BUT YOU, CHURCH GIRL.


O, you church
Can you not see  the way I feel about you
And the way you make my passions and emotions run
Each time I hear you sings those hymns and pun,
As my skin tingles so aloud, and withers without you?


But O,you church girl
Do you not care to read your bible with me
Or teach me the genesis the revelations bring
So the birds of my faith can again flee,
To higher heights and delightfully sing?


O,you church girl
Do you know in my sleeps last night
I dreamt about your naked body whole,
And in the realism of that beauty, you sprite
A mystery ride of endless rolls I knew not how to control?


O ,you church girl
Have you not read how perfect
I described and expressed your thighs in the rhymes
Of an unravelling blouse-poem with respect
To how I want to draw your body and climb?


But O, you church girl
Will you not follow me to where I live
And learns why Ieft the holy books in dust,
Just to hunt and drink in the gold-lust
Or will you not ask about my broken beliefs?


O, you church girl
Do you not understand my pagan madness,
And how murderously I am rooted in this world of sadness
Doing the rights in the wrong
And thinking this home I shall ever belong?

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But O, you church girl
Take me with you for down the hill
Of my heart lies the most insidious evil
Seducing me to either steal or ****
Leaving me now broken, tattered and shriveled.