her faced oozed frangelico;
a sweet reminder that she was top shelf.
you striped her skirt to the floor,
eyeing her chastity belt made of condoms.
unbeknownst to her father, you stole the key.
his shotgun alarmed you but not enough to stop.
the laws about minors stumped you but not enough to stop.
unlocking my belt, she prays.
on her knees.
mouth open.
she carefully places the cross that looms over her bed in the bin.
marriage can wait, this can't.
you realize in the morning God wasn't with you.
but the hole in your condom was.