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jesus.

the way her lips speak sin.
under watchful eye. breath.taking
I try to catch it-
and I can feel the fire.
burn, baby. the way she melts
down my fingertips.
I whisper hymns.
like the way these walls.
should come crumbling down
when her legs-
they shake.

dear lord.

so close to heaven.
the way her convulsing. makes me
want to speak to her thighs
in tongues.
on knees- in worship
of screams sent high. I swear
that I can taste forbidden fruit
when her hands pull hair.
I swear.



oh, god.

back-arched.angel of this
sin.fully delicious torment.
sing-
to the heavens.
and collapse

look up, just breathe.
Written by Six-Out (Jon Rodgers)
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