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I want to be The holy sin Across your unmade bed Tangled sheets, Under hidden skies Forbidden moments of synchronicity Exchanged between us And your heaven-like lips A devilish prayer With god in our moans *While your hands say **** religion*
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC
Holy Sin
I want to be The holy sin Across your unmade bed Tangled sheets, Under hidden skies Forbidden moments of synchronicity Exchanged between us And your heaven-like lips A devilish prayer With god in our moans *While your hands say **** religion*
DannaBrito
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC
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