Sunday Morning

I am haunted by how much our mothers do not know.
Golden rules in church schools, lessons to abide by.
Sending me off with tithes, in my Sunday best.
Say goodbye to your child, sly and full of secrets.

Once that corner is turned, I am no longer concerned.
Mother and church are behind me.
Time to call up a few friends for breakfast at McDonald's,
Pancakes with extra syrup, hot chocolate and apple pie.
God's money, wisely spent, on food and best friends.
With full bellies, we giggle, getting caught up on the latest.
I check my watch.

Dale's mom has left for church, but he never has to go.
Lucky! (I know). I stroll two blocks.
As usual - he waits at the gate. I can see his anticipation.
I too, cannot wait for Dale to undress me. Hold, kiss and sex me.

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