I have a fetish for those boys <br />That travel in pairs. <br />Their crisply cut hair and <br />Stark, white shirts. <br />The way their carefully knotted ties <br />Blow in the wind as they peddle furiously, <br />On their noble quest to save us all <br />From certain purgatory, <br />Or at the very least, <br />Save all those who dare to sit <br />Waiting at bus stops. <br />There is something about young men <br />With fresh scubbed skin <br />And clean, pure souls <br />That makes me want to whisper <br />My dirtiest thoughts in their ears, <br />And watch as faces turn red and hot, <br />And that look of innocence fade from eyes <br />As they realize that there are pleasures <br />To be had in this carnal Garden of Eden, <br />And I am the serpent, tempting them. <br />I look at these young men in their prime <br />And can only think of my own tag-team fantasy <br />And want to send buttons flying as I rip <br />Open shirts and unbuckle and unzip <br />As my lips travel down to the temple <br />That I want to worship. <br />I want them to fill me with the holy spirit, <br />And make me scream out to God and Jesus, <br />And the heavens as I descend <br />To that next plane of existence, <br />Where all is light and joy... <br />And heaven is mine.<br /><br />Sandra Brennan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mormons-on-bicycles/
