IfIf our clothes weren't on the floor, our bodies smacking against
each other, our unruly mouths coming up for air ever-so-often,
I would have whipped out the rosary from my pocket to chant
so many hail-maries: "We are eternally grateful to the Creator
for sex; for thine is the kingdom. Oh my God, the holy crap.
Fuck me again, please."
cuRRent...jer