One thing I've observed throughout the blogging community is that if you're a male you instantly have a built in audience...women. I've searched deep within myself (almost precisely the depth of an ice cube tray)to understand why this is so, bein I'm as guilty as the rest. I believe I have found that answer. It's quite simple, you see. It all boils down to supply and demand.
Wherever you go, wherever you are there are always women who are willing to, if not already, talking. They talk about their emotions, their dreams, their passions, their fashions...their "friend" who just stepped in the loo. To cut to the chase, women and their words are a dime a dozen.
Men who talk, however, are rare. When they arrive home from work it practically takes the jaws of life to pry their lips apart to get a response other then "uh" or "huh" or "huh huh". To find a male writing and expressing themselves for the most part unfettered and using actual, factual words is like walking through the forest and stumbling upon the most exotic, intriguing creature that has yet to be discovered. It's fascinating.
Well, today I give you something way more fascinating and rare than that...a talking nun. I have finally succeeded in my quest to find a nun who would be so kind as to share her inner most thoughts and fantasies with us. This is a rare treat, my friends.
For the purpose of privacy we'll call her Janis. Janis is an ex-nun who now lives the life of a private citizen. Over the next several weeks she has agreed to share with us her experience as a nun, why she became a nun and her departure from the convent.
For today, she has decided to exhibit a few selections from her writing, a group of poems. Please enjoy and I hope you look forward to her future discourse as much as I.
Hard Habit To Break:
The heart of the wise inclines to the right.
The heart of the fool to the left.
Today my heart yields to the left.
I'm consumed by your lips.
Which taste like sweet wine.
Quench my desire by flowing gently over me.
I'm faint with your love.
Place me like a seal over your heart.
You're a hard habit to break.
Communion:
Let's assemble for a kiss.
Let's bunch up to cuddle.
Let's congregate to caress.
Let's converge to make love.
Let's gather to court.
Let's mass to embrace.
Let's rendezvous to romance.
Let's unite in communion.
The Fighting of the Tongue:
And while in communion...
Kiss my forehead.
Kiss my eyes.
Kiss my cheeks.
Kiss my throat.
Kiss my bosom.
Kiss my breasts
Kiss my lips.
And if you touch my teeth,
Or my tongue,
Or my palate,
It's the "fighting of the tongue".
Reversed Communion:
69.
Yang and Ying.
Flip-flopped.
We set the world upside down.
I play the part of you.
You play the part of me.
We are in "reversed communion".
Posted by captainhoof
at 11:10 AM CST
