I invited Jesus
To *** to my house
And spent hundreds
On his miracles
He caresses my cheek
Before drawing back
A kiss from a fist
Is better than none
**** me"*
But he never would
Would he? Could he?
Should he?
Blows and burns
And all that lovely hair
I'd wash his feet
But I'm much too sinful
Come and find me
When you forgive
All the things
I said
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 10:51 PM UTC
I invited Jesus
To *** to my house
And spent hundreds
On his miracles
He caresses my cheek
Before drawing back
A kiss from a fist
Is better than none
**** me"*
But he never would
Would he? Could he?
Should he?
Blows and burns
And all that lovely hair
I'd wash his feet
But I'm much too sinful
Come and find me
When you forgive
All the things
I said
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