On train tracks the “virgin” was hog-tied
because she would not be the villain’s bride
He twirled his mustache
and gave her a whip’s lash
Role-play with trains made her modesty hide.
They met to discuss matters arcane
Wizard and priestess, on the astral plane
But they went off topic
When she got topless
He sang pagan hymns, she gave sweet brain
For his tastes, she had the wrong chromosomes;
but in the dark she gave him great dome.
“Who cares if she’s a he,
who can stand and pee,
when it’s this good?,” he thought as they went home.
Her sins she couldn’t help divulging
When she saw that the priest was bulging
The sins she remembered
awakened his member
Under the cross they began indulging.
She used to be a mere mortal
until she found a secret portal
to the land of faeries
who took her sweet cherry
and in one night made her immortal
It was a great day for the chain gang
who all got a chance to gleefully bang
the warden’s daughter
The fool had brought her
not knowing she’s a nympho for chained wang
Sunday service was full of doom and gloom
Everyone was despondent in the room
except for the sisters
whose beaus were fisters
They made different prayers from their lips bloom.