Post by engarde on Mar 10, 2003 6:04:17 GMT -5
How can I tell of this raw ache
(Our father, whose art is heaven)
without sounding trite?
(adultery be thy name)
The often used, over abused words
(thy kingdom comes)
of humid, sweaty lust.
(thy will be done)
Do I trade my husband, become a statistic
(on earth as it becomes our heaven)
to soothe this perpetual throbbing?
(give us this day our daily bread)
With chafing dignity
(and forgive us our indiscretions)
I act nonchalant, defy the heat,
(lead us into temptation)
when, baby all I truly want to do
(but deliver us from torment.)
is thoroughly possess you.
Amen.
(Our father, whose art is heaven)
without sounding trite?
(adultery be thy name)
The often used, over abused words
(thy kingdom comes)
of humid, sweaty lust.
(thy will be done)
Do I trade my husband, become a statistic
(on earth as it becomes our heaven)
to soothe this perpetual throbbing?
(give us this day our daily bread)
With chafing dignity
(and forgive us our indiscretions)
I act nonchalant, defy the heat,
(lead us into temptation)
when, baby all I truly want to do
(but deliver us from torment.)
is thoroughly possess you.
Amen.