Prayers Stories

I am a nun of that I am sureAnd I pray to god for all the poorYet when the sun descends, and I go to bedThoughts of impurity spread right through my head. My habit of black and white, I wear andWith cross in hand I say my prayersBut at night when I undressMy eyes close and my hands caress. I clasp my cross tight to my chestI whisper words that I know will test And then I whimper and my emotions flowWhen my hand touches fl...