"Pray 1 Our Father, 3 Hail Mary's and 1 Glory Be" Said the father behind the booth in which I hesitated to continue knowing seeing you later that day would mean sinning.
From the way you look, to the sound escaping your lips. From your laughter, to your mewls and whimpers.
I was willing to confess everyday if it would mean sinning for you.
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 9:09 AM UTC
"Pray 1 Our Father, 3 Hail Mary's and 1 Glory Be" Said the father behind the booth in which I hesitated to continue knowing seeing you later that day would mean sinning.
From the way you look, to the sound escaping your lips. From your laughter, to your mewls and whimpers.
I was willing to confess everyday if it would mean sinning for you.
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