I slid my nervous hand up her skirt,
I watched her eyes,
I didn't want her to regret this.
She nodded at me,
as I hooked my finger around the side of her panties.
I slid them down,
above her head was a cross.
On her desk,
a bible.
I focused on it before whispering,
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, hurry."
Spreading her legs apart,
I devoured her vows.
The taste of her devotion rested on my tongue.
She kissed me,
told me she loved it.
Two weeks later,
she hates me.
She screamed,
"You stole my faith!
You caused me to sin!"
Apparently,
it's only a sin,
when your father finds out.
