Sister Go To

 

Doing a montage
of conquests past
to combat insomnia

Tis a quick riffle
of stilled images
from scraps of erotic memory

My harem of yesterday

real and imaginary
never fails to do the trick
as the launch
definitely not meant to be sustained

ejaculates white lava tensions

in a quick burst

of blessed release
and a sleep state
is finally obtained

Upon suppressed reflection

I have never fully conquered

the obscene whispers

from my Catholic indoctrination

that this act of masturbation

is somehow classified as a venal sin

in their thick book of control

If only Sister Mary Kate

and her faux pious crew knew

she has always been my go to

harlot that gets me off the quickest

Amen bitches