Crashing waves on an empty beach, the rythm of our hearts, two drowning lovers lost at sea, my lips adrift in yours
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I actually passed away quite a few years ago, but I'm a very private person and never told anybody.
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Spitting in her mouth randomly just because you can
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Good boys deserve to tied down and stroked until they can't take it anymore.
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me? horny in the middle of the day when I should be doing adult chores? more likely than you think.
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hear me out okay. church sex not as defilement or blasphemy but as sanctification. tucked into a closet or candle-lit loft with your lover, moans muffled by the consuming glory of the organ, feeling the holiness of their body pressed against yours, the divinity of their gasps in your ear. murmuring prayers of gratitude against their skin as your teeth find their collarbone, tongue gently soothing the bruises as your hands find their belt. you sink to your knees in prayer, their back arching into the pew cushions as the stained glass reflects in their pleasure-shot eyes. they taste like heaven, like communion with the divine, and you can hear god in the way they groan out your name. your purpose is worship, and you’ve found salvation.
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Sometimes it’s better to just skip the romance…
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