Obligatory Content Warning: The following poem contains explicit scenes of GAY CUB SEX between an ALTAR BOY and a PRIEST, along with ALCOHOL USE.  OMFG SACRILEGE!!!!!!  If any of this offends you, go fuck yourself, you religious prick.  For those of you who I didn't scare off... enjoy!

 

Sunday Mass

Within the hallowed halls of worship,
The pastor eyes a certain altar boy,
His supple young body hidden by the robes
As he brings forth the gifts of bread and wine.
His mind is already in the vestibule, sitting back
And watching that cute little bunny butt wiggle.

Already he can feel that boy in his lap, wiggling
His sweet little body against him in worship
Of a certain part of his anatomy, his little back
Bare, showing off the beautiful body of the boy,
As the feline drinks in the moment, sweeter than wine.
Oh, until the Mass is done and he can cast off these robes!

At long last!  The final hymn!  Soon these robes
Will be gone, and the priest will watch that little bunny wiggle
Out of his own, and they'll share a cup of wine
Before the cub is on his knees, worshipping
The feline's glorious manhood, and like a good boy
He'll get on all fours, or perhaps lie on his back...

The best views are when the cub is on his back
Fully exposed, perhaps on a bed of their robes.
At long last, the Mass is done, and he and the boy
Return to the vestibule; already, the cub begins to wiggle
Out of his robes, preparing for their special worship,
An orgy of whispers and wantonness and wine.

Of course, the young bunny's body was far better than wine!
As he stripped, the priest pushed the little bunny back,
And inhaled the scent of his snug bits, whispering his worship
Of the small sheath and sack as the boy's robes
Fell to his side.  He gave a wink and a wiggle,
And the priest smiled as his mouth was filled with the boy's

Tender young sheath, his nostril's filled by the boy's
Sweet, nearly imperceptible musk, which he savored like fine wine
As the little cub murred and shivered, his tail and butt wiggling.
Slowly, the priest guided the little cub to lie back,
Sprawling out on the pile of their robes,
And he moaned as the cub took his own shaft in worship.

In a shining moment, priest and boy become one, the latter on his back
The sounds and smells like wine as they squirmed in pleasure on the robes,
As the priest filled the wiggling boy with his seed, consummating their act of worship.