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I have been caught by her beautiful beauty Like a fish in the neck My heart becomes a mortar and her eyes a pistol whenever I gaze around her neck. Sister Mary's necklace Whose ornament of trinket captured my timid eyes Causing my lips to make soundless sighs of grasping twice Whose ornament rolls in a valley subdued between two mountains Or perhaps towers of grace . Forgive me father, if my description of her turn you on Maybe I read too much of the songs of Solomon Only heavens knows the treasures that lies in the secret Place beneath her habit Her  smiles I love, plus her caring habit Her gentle gaze caused my mind to race Into an unknown land I can not trace Causing hands movement into the darkest of places Even in the presence of solemn praises . Oh sister Mary, how can I describe your tender embrace? Warmer than a cathigan made of fur But too rapid like the space in between my pace Your celestical dove on the chest I first admired, When I was four and all I remember was that My heart became dim and somehow blur It caused my the meshing of our souls in circles . Sister Mary Who makes me scream "holy Mary mother of our savior" For the thought of her savors my tender sins For her body I see, even I my dreams For  here I am at the confessional, Forgive me father  for it has been a day since my last confession Yet, it feels like a century . Balogun David Tolulope+ anonymously anonymous {drunk poet} ©️2017
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
Sister Mary's necklace
I have been caught by her beautiful beauty Like a fish in the neck My heart becomes a mortar and her eyes a pistol whenever I gaze around her neck. Sister Mary's necklace Whose ornament of trinket captured my timid eyes Causing my lips to make soundless sighs of grasping twice Whose ornament rolls in a valley subdued between two mountains Or perhaps towers of grace . Forgive me father, if my description of her turn you on Maybe I read too much of the songs of Solomon Only heavens knows the treasures that lies in the secret Place beneath her habit Her  smiles I love, plus her caring habit Her gentle gaze caused my mind to race Into an unknown land I can not trace Causing hands movement into the darkest of places Even in the presence of solemn praises . Oh sister Mary, how can I describe your tender embrace? Warmer than a cathigan made of fur But too rapid like the space in between my pace Your celestical dove on the chest I first admired, When I was four and all I remember was that My heart became dim and somehow blur It caused my the meshing of our souls in circles . Sister Mary Who makes me scream "holy Mary mother of our savior" For the thought of her savors my tender sins For her body I see, even I my dreams For  here I am at the confessional, Forgive me father  for it has been a day since my last confession Yet, it feels like a century . Balogun David Tolulope+ anonymously anonymous {drunk poet} ©️2017
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
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