when i was little, i spent a lot of time holding a book with bigger words than i was in my lap and i got told the difference between right and wrong. i crossed my hands and mumbled softly to Him but now i can barely cross my legs and when His name escapes my mouth it's rarely spoken softly and never looked to for guidance. my heart doesn't ache for Him like it aches for you and not to give you devine power but with your head between my thighs it's simple to see my prayers have been answered in the form of an earthly, living, being, not some mystical high creature. i may be caught on my knees in times of confusion but i can promise you this much, my pleas of His name will never be to make sense of what you do to me and your naked body on mine is all the saving ill ever need. all im trying to say is don't mistake my moans of "oh, god" as an excuse to drag me to the cross because what i need in that moment is to rewrite scripture down your back, my sins can remain for the night.