Agalmatophilia in Black

It is not for now my Virginal Mary

That I gaze with desire from my bed

Bu rather that you need a little dusting.

It’s been 43 years since we’re a couple

And still, I puzzle over who you are

When we touch what you feel inside

When my caresses are too much

What intimate habits of mine you hate

Which love phrases you despise

And how you manage us priests all.

But not for now Mary dearest

I’ll be late for late confession

But could you tell me before I go?

How much sin can a Catholic priest really bear?

And why my patience goes horribly bad.

Our vows, until death we do part

My love for you knew no bounds

Know that I able to still touch myself

And simultaneously be looking at you.

But eh, I dare not touch you now

You’re a little cold on the outside.

And, never mind, my life is grand

Vatican holidays are soon due to me

And I’m getting a brand-new car!

Though you always listen when I talk

My prayers to you go unanswered still.

That you are my mystical wife

To us all priests you are spiritually wed

You’ve taken us all to your Heavenly bed,

And not once have you ever bled,

Nor have your bowels ever moved,

How pretty am I loving you in black!

But not for now my erogenous Mary

I have to attend to my fearful flock.

In my prayers to you, there is a test,

In my daily struggles to satisfy you.