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I put his ***** in my mouth, and he puts mine in his hand and we laugh in unison except my laugh sounds like I'm gargling marbles and his laced with painful joy We're on my mother's bed and it's my fifteenth birthday; The television is on, and the sound of a newsman fills the evening air 60 dead and 5 others wounded is all I can manage to hear as he begins to make his way inside of me, a silent joy consumes my soul and I'm floating away to Heaven I see God, and I feel him fill me with contentment; his hand is placed on my forehead and I kiss his fingers as they slowly leave my face The front door shuts loud with a bang and my friend and I struggle to put on our clothes; It's father; I've gotten used to the loud, calculated steps he takes up the stairs We both sit on the bed and act as if we just finished praying The door opens and he smiles, and asks us why we are sweating; but his eyes make his way to the television; he becomes distracted and tells us with a grimace on his face to go downstairs and play a game I grab my friend's hand and rush down the stairs just to be alone with him once more.
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 2:55 AM UTC
Sentimental Exorcism
I put his ***** in my mouth, and he puts mine in his hand and we laugh in unison except my laugh sounds like I'm gargling marbles and his laced with painful joy We're on my mother's bed and it's my fifteenth birthday; The television is on, and the sound of a newsman fills the evening air 60 dead and 5 others wounded is all I can manage to hear as he begins to make his way inside of me, a silent joy consumes my soul and I'm floating away to Heaven I see God, and I feel him fill me with contentment; his hand is placed on my forehead and I kiss his fingers as they slowly leave my face The front door shuts loud with a bang and my friend and I struggle to put on our clothes; It's father; I've gotten used to the loud, calculated steps he takes up the stairs We both sit on the bed and act as if we just finished praying The door opens and he smiles, and asks us why we are sweating; but his eyes make his way to the television; he becomes distracted and tells us with a grimace on his face to go downstairs and play a game I grab my friend's hand and rush down the stairs just to be alone with him once more.
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 2:55 AM UTC
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