Lightening Up the Revelation

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Priests wonder if it’s easier for men

To pitch themselves in mystic-ness since they

Are swell acquainted with their thrusting when

Whammed climax comes.  They know that that lost spray

Is entering a death while spewing life

In darkness.  Other realms are banished at

That moment, blotting out the thought of strife

By Revelation in that mystic splat.

But maybe women have the better grasp

Of mystery while experiencing whole,

Whole-body revelations with a gasp.

Satoris fill much more than just a hole.

  The men are whacked with concentrated zing.

    The women feel the sweep of angel wing.

~ Phillip Whidden