crossing the chasm

Crossing her chasm,
and bursting the barrier
that partitions her from
heaven and hell.
Good girl on this side of the thighs,
bad girls on the other.
Damned to damnation if you
desire the ride,
catholic countess,
time to decide.
down to the wire,
wrapped around your ankles,
pretty panties of puritan pink and
lovely lace.
the clock is ticking,
what are you thinking?
can he cross the chasm,
swallow your sweetness whole?
he is growing impatient
as he is growing,
and his enthusiasm is showing.
"what do you say, you chaste charmer?
am I in or am I out?"
biting your lower lip indecisively,
but he is pressing for your answer
while pressing into you.
tick tock goes the good catholic clock.
the battering ram in place,
ready to destroy the division
between what mother said is right
and what he says tonight.
grasp your rosary beads, splayed on the floor.
he is poised, he says pointedly
and now, madonna or whore,
the choice is yours.




© 1999 Cher Ladd-Vuolo