A peasant girl, of pleasant form went to the church her soul reborn;
confessed her sins in contrite bliss, cast low her eyes, the ring to kiss.
The priest was touched by her display and felt a warmth; to his dismay,
in nether parts, both old and gray, to which he was remiss.
Her knees were worn in chastened tithe, as priest in turn -- his robe untied;
presented still, erect and rilled, his relic's cloistered shrine fulfilled.
she ventured forth in zealous tones, and swallowed flesh down to the bone
and licked the purse around his stones, until his seed was spilled.
She swallowed all, communion sweet, her penanced soul abased complete,
but wondered still, her place in doubt, the offering she made without
the pious rite obscure. For one as she, subdued, demure,
a seat in heaven to ensure, she spread her legs devout.
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