you were full of faith but had the mouth of the devil. youre lips, a shade of pink that i could never mix together no matter how much cheap Walmart acrylic paint i bought, could make me do so much with so little effort. the way your mouth moved against mine made breathlessly recite your name over and over like a prayer my sunday school teacher had taught me when i was young. the way your damp lips felt against my burning skin was a sin in itself. everything you could do with your pretty little mouth was so dirty but had me on my knees begging for more. you promised to fuck me until i was seeing god and that your name would become my new hymns oh god was he right
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excerpts from the novel ill never write
Storie d'amorea lot of pages of my drabble i have. many passages and poems about my life. similar style of milk and honey by rupi kaur
