Your sinful touch purifies me in ways even God doesn't understand — how the plump of your lips felt on my bare skin and how your dainty little fingers dipped me where the Sun didn't shine.
You had me worshipping you even before you knew that you wanted to play Almighty.
(d.r.)
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Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
