Decorus Sceleratis Orgasmus

The slit along her blue dress revealed
The tender part midway up her thigh
Under the fabric he could see she wore a garter,
Who wears garters nowadays, he thought,
Old ladies maybe, but she’s not old, old fashioned maybe
But it added a touch of class and reverence
But the black heels...four inches at least it seemed
It was as if she was beckoning for compliments, admiration,
Curiosity and certainly devious second looks.
Not here, not now, he thought and fought
But the urges within him began a vile plan.

He’d seen her so many times but today it was different,
She seemed at peace, with the world, with herself,
She always dressed to the nines, attractive and elegant,
Always smiling and very pleasant,
But today she seemed somewhere else.
The curves along her shapely calves seemed tender and strong
Even through the opaque colored pantyhose,
Not right now, he thought and fought himself again,
But he knew this would not be the end.

He sat across from her, pretending not to notice,
But his naturally curious and dubious glances
Were become a little more obvious
To those around them, even to her,
So he gave her a shy smile and she smiled back.
Oh my lord, he thought, now she’s seen me,
But it wasn’t an innocent grin, so far as the eyes could tell,
For behind it told a different story,
Of dire lust and desire so anticipatory,
That a man could conjure up from the depths of his soul.

Then, everyone stood almost in unison,
Like soldiers all at one command,
But he stayed seated as the desire began to take over.
Then he could see her panty line,
Her dress just a little tight and light,
He knew he must have her then and there.
So he let go himself go into that delirium,
That play and place he loved to experience,
A fantasy so depraved it’s too late to be saved,
For his soul is lost in the realm of carnal desire.

Her body is like a temple, her hips sway as if calling me,
To come and worship her and claim her as mine,
I want to stick my face in that ass of her hourglass figure
But first I’ll make love to her than fuck her hard and fast.
His erection could not be contained, but he knew,
That this time his coveting would not pass,
So he found himself in his own purgatory,
That for relieving himself he’d be outcast.
But yet he dare not touch himself in public,
For the longing alone this time has surpassed,
As he found himself at the brink of cumming,
Without even touching himself he was aghast.

And there she was - just a few feet away from him,
In the dress that seemed tight around her frame,
As he wondered in an out of her, fast and steady,
Both fucking with primal urges yelling their names.
As she slowly walked in line he grabbed a hold of his seat,
Feeling his seed releasing violently in his pants,
Others around didn’t seem to notice the young man,
As they too began their harmonious chants.
The attractive woman in the blue dress had delivered him,
Into the most intense and vivid fantasy ever surpassed,
For it was the first time he passed on taking communion,
As he had a beautiful yet unholy orgasm during mass.