"Lisa spread not for war, but for worship. She arched like a hymn, trembled like a prayer, and came like a confession. For Jennie so loved her girl, she bent her backwards and whispered blessings into her thighs and Lisa cried out, 'Oh God!' and heaven paused, thinking it was a prayer-only to realize it was just Jennie's hand between her legs."


Mila. She/her. Introverted extrovert.