Christian Boy

She spreads her legs in such a lady like way,

or so

the Christian boy quotes.

Sex

is

a

man's

bible-

and I don't mean that in a bad way.

I've never met a boy

who didn't want it.

Golden

up

and

down;

in

and

out

watch the climax-

all men

want to scream

inside of it

"inside of us"

rioting style.

He tells all his friends

that he's still a virgin;

that he's never opened up a girl's legs

even

out

of

curiosity

to taste what's underneath.

I've never met a boy who didn't think about it.

Christian boy

breathing down my neck-

I've seen your eyes

calculate the distance

that your fingers would need to travel

from my neck

(starting from my scar)

down to my breasts.

My cleavage

has never been his enemy.

She spreads her legs in such a lady like way,

or so he brags-

his prayer book

filled with the pencil drawings

of the sexual positions

that he wants to try on her

after dinner

(he tucks his mashed potato's into his napkin slowly

he waits

to stick it out;

he's lusting after lust itself.)

I am the conviction

of that Christian boy

breathing

his breathe

into

my...

I've never met a boy who didn't think about it.

He wants to be a preacher

this

Christian boy

of mine

and I his

Christian girl wife;

he wants to fuck me

biblically

old world style

he wants to cum quickly.

I spread my legs so lady like

for him

that he can't help but resist

the kiss

that he forced on me;

little-boy-love

(innocent; I swear there's nothing like it)

he wants a riot

of god

inside of my heart

even though

he

is not my enemy.

"Sex is wrong!"

or so he jests

but

he still wants to lay with me.