Free verse № 143125
A Sexy Crucifixion Poem
He cringed in terror on the crucifix
As the Palestinian sun blazed above
There were three of them hanging up on the hill
And he heard the ladder being put in place
And He felt a hand in His agony
Creeping up under his loincloth
Tickling His smelly goolies tenderly
Massaging Him and taking out His mighty cock
And then His mother's pretty head went down
And He felt her ruby lips on His knob
Drawing out His semen and he knew
It might be His last orgasm on earth
So He thanked her for swallowing
Every last salty Holy gobbet
Especially since He hadn't washed for days
And was cheesier than any delicatessen.
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Ps. There is no loincloth. He's not Tarzan.
this is oddly both a distrubing and enjoyable poem //.,^
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