Inside the box

Inside the box

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What is your confession?
Forgive me Father,
for I have sinned.
What is your sin my son?
I cannot satisfy my wife’s
constant sexual urges,
night and day.
She is a nymphomaniac
in the bedroom.
She’s so insatiable
what shall I do Father?
Father, are you there?
Father, where are you?
Father!

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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Ha ha. So funny Andrew. Thanjs fir the laugh this morning. Have a good weekend.

Chris

Posted 3 Years Ago
LMAO bravo sir. This was a gem of a write. I couldn't stop laughing and I'm writing this at 2 am so I'm sure the neighbors may not be happy. That was just too funny, Andrew. Thank you so much for the laugh.

Posted 3 Years Ago

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 Added on October 29, 2022
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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