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Burn, Ovid by Michael R. Burch “Burn Ovid”―Austin Clarke Sunday School, Faith Free Will Baptist, 1973: I sat imaging watery folds of pale silk encircling her waist. Explicit *** was the day’s “hot” topic (how breathlessly I imagined hers) as she taught us the perils of lust fraught with inhibition. I found her unaccountably beautiful, rolling implausible nouns off the edge of her tongue: adultery, fornication, ************ ****** Acts made suddenly plausible by the faint blush of her unrouged cheeks, by her pale lips accented only by a slight quiver, a trepidation. What did those lustrous folds foretell of our uncommon desire? Why did she cross and uncross her legs lovely and long in their taupe sheaths? Why did her ******* rise pointedly, as if indicating a direction? “Come unto me, (unto me),” together, we sang, cheek to breast, lips on lips, devout, afire, my hands up her skirt, her pants at her knees: all night long, all night long, in the heavenly choir. Keywords/Tags: Ovid, god, religion, church, Sunday school, *** lust, desire, passion, choir, hymn, hymns, devout, devotion, faith, purity, chastity
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Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 3:11 AM UTC
Burn, Ovid
Burn, Ovid by Michael R. Burch “Burn Ovid”―Austin Clarke Sunday School, Faith Free Will Baptist, 1973: I sat imaging watery folds of pale silk encircling her waist. Explicit *** was the day’s “hot” topic (how breathlessly I imagined hers) as she taught us the perils of lust fraught with inhibition. I found her unaccountably beautiful, rolling implausible nouns off the edge of her tongue: adultery, fornication, ************ ****** Acts made suddenly plausible by the faint blush of her unrouged cheeks, by her pale lips accented only by a slight quiver, a trepidation. What did those lustrous folds foretell of our uncommon desire? Why did she cross and uncross her legs lovely and long in their taupe sheaths? Why did her ******* rise pointedly, as if indicating a direction? “Come unto me, (unto me),” together, we sang, cheek to breast, lips on lips, devout, afire, my hands up her skirt, her pants at her knees: all night long, all night long, in the heavenly choir. Keywords/Tags: Ovid, god, religion, church, Sunday school, *** lust, desire, passion, choir, hymn, hymns, devout, devotion, faith, purity, chastity
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Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 3:11 AM UTC
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