Last Good Friday was the day I lost my virginity.
A Holy Day indeed.
It was around 4am when I finally felt that the time was right.
4am on Good Friday.
We all skipped school for "religious celebration" and you made sure I screamed
"Oh, My God!"
There is just something about sin encompassing you in a time of bliss.
Something that makes you forget it's sin.
Probably because the sweat tasted so sweet
The Blood of Christ could not compare.
But I was being crucified along side our Savior.
I was giving something up for you that you could never return.
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
Last Good Friday was the day I lost my virginity.
A Holy Day indeed.
It was around 4am when I finally felt that the time was right.
4am on Good Friday.
We all skipped school for "religious celebration" and you made sure I screamed
"Oh, My God!"
There is just something about sin encompassing you in a time of bliss.
Something that makes you forget it's sin.
Probably because the sweat tasted so sweet
The Blood of Christ could not compare.
But I was being crucified along side our Savior.
I was giving something up for you that you could never return.
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