By jack
Date: 3 March 2001
Father
again this torture
of her eyes
one day of the week
four days a month
she's always the same
carrying herself
with unconscious pride
for she is beautiful
beyond all compare
in mind
and oh so much in body
and i want
heaven help me
i want her her so
fire creeps along my spine
as i hold myself in check
lashing nerves
teasing brain
bringing to life a part of me
buried so long ago
behind this collar
i burn yet a man
a priest in name only
when she nears my hand
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