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Poem: Let me take you back to church

I'm about to take you back to church Tell me your confessions, baby What's your worst? Baptize in your thighs till it hurts I'm about to take you back to church

Blogging

Bad Things

We were alone. Finally. Just me and her. But it seemed as everything got quiet, my mind got so loud. My eyes kept getting pulled into her. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop my sight from running up and down her--all her curves, her skin, her hair. I couldn't stop the urge… Continue reading Bad Things