An esteemed Pastor of note from a large Midwestern city
Fell under the spell of a beguiling heathen from another land.
Seduced by her siren's song, enchanted by her words
His humanity hungered for what his divine aspirations could not satisfy.
What began as an innocent flirtation
Grew into an ravenous obsession
Fueling a long-suppressed desire
To consummate with the forbidden.
As a man of the the Christian cloth
An Apologist, A Doctorate of Theology,
He was brought to his knees
By the devil's mistress disguised as a Buddhist.
Intuition, he told her,
Is the devil whispering in your ear.
Jokingly, she reminded him of his delight
When she whispered her sinful yearnings in his.
Like Arthur Dimmesdale, the Pastor was above reproach.
But he could not overcome his earthly cravings.
The pale-skinned pagan was not as obedient as Hester Prynne,
As she viewed human desire as a healthy expression of God.
The Pastor pontificated endlessly about Christ
While the ex-Catholic Buddhist listened patiently.
She wrote him daily epistles on religious intolerance
Hoping to soften the Pastor's rigid stance.
Impressed with her theological knowledge,
Impeaching her veracity proved challenging.
Incited by her infidel sensuality and canny wit,
Impulsively he agreed to meet her.
The lovely inn on the island where she stayed
Could not have been more romantic.
Whether it was conscious or not, he dressed like a priest.
She looked like a goth vixen in black leather.
At the Inn the Pastor's Christian conscience panicked.
After some pleasurable kissing and frottage,
He bolted like a sinner facing hell
Off to parts unknown, aggrieved by his human frailty.
Unlike Hester, she was not forced wear a scarlet letter.
Although he was odd, the Pastor's flight did not demoralize her.
His disappearance and reluctance to communicate further
Made her feel sorry for his confining and punishing beliefs.
Then one day four months later a text came in.
Hello. Remember me? How are you?
It was the Pastor, acting as if nothing had ever happened.
Unfortunately, she had not forgotten the flight of the bumbled believer.
His tepid apology was insincere and flat.
The definition of sorry seemed lost on him.
It ended with her missive on contrition.
The Pastor went silent, back to business as usual.
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