I am excited
I smell her lactating
through her blouse
the thin material unable
to hide the leakage
as mothers nectar
seeps

I harden as
the cotton darkens
pray she will not notice
the giveaway below stairs
straining, pushing,
bulged

She stands to leave
I do not
and remember
the bishop's words
about it being
no way for a priest to act.



A choirboy smiles

I have to look away

exquisite pain

07/14/2010

Posted on 07/13/2010
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