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Red Satin Blues
You lost your soul
writhing in my bed,
we were seventeen
in a sex-scented heaven
between my sheets.
The only heaven
you’ll ever know.
I’m pre-marital sex,
birth control pills,
a third sin,
I forget what.
Every Sunday you went
to hear a priest rant,
I stayed home
thinking about
you beneath me.
At least I’m honest,
the avowed atheist,
I never hid my rebellion
beneath red satin panties
and rosary beads.
writhing in my bed,
we were seventeen
in a sex-scented heaven
between my sheets.
The only heaven
you’ll ever know.
I’m pre-marital sex,
birth control pills,
a third sin,
I forget what.
Every Sunday you went
to hear a priest rant,
I stayed home
thinking about
you beneath me.
At least I’m honest,
the avowed atheist,
I never hid my rebellion
beneath red satin panties
and rosary beads.
Published 22nd Feb 2010
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22nd Feb 2010 4:03pm
22nd Feb 2010 4:06pm
Not quite enough bliss for my taste. But that's what happens when you have parents around.
10th Mar 2010 4:25pm
11th Mar 2010 3:28am
First off, one does not go to a collection of erotic poems and complain about sexual themes.
Second, what's wrong with pornographic poetry at any rate?
Second, what's wrong with pornographic poetry at any rate?
