Once upon a midnight twat
My ladle scraped the iron belly,
Confessing to my amorous sins
As you laughed, licking drips from your chin.
The rosary bloomed twixt your thighs
And oh, the holy broth did rise,
As crows watched from their plaster wires
The blasphmous ladle became our church.
Your scapular clung slick with steam
Your hips slow-stirred my fevered dream,
Your mouth was full of psalm and cream
And every drop was sacrement.
“Of fuck” you moaned half-prayer
I drank of you, you drank of me,
A tureen of perdition, boiling free
Once upon a midnight twat.








Chef’s Special! You’re a very special, highly original writer, AA, with the ability to turn your writing hand with so many unique, distinctive turns. HJ
Thank you, my friend, I just enjoy the erotic and kinky side of my writing pen.