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If Jesus died for my sins

Then I suppose I owe it to him

To keep on sinning.

If you raised me to honor you

Then I guess I need to honor your example.



She had no underwear on, and a shirt

That advertised her chest.

I could see between her legs

How they seemed to fall inside of her

To be absorbed by the hairless lips

I never liked it before but somehow

She was alluring me and didn’t realize it

She was just happy to be naked

She had the shirt on almost to emphasize it

Because shouldn’t be anymore naked

With golden brown skin

That looked like warmth.

She had been so loyal to him

And now she was ready to fuck someone else

After the blows and the pain

She couldn’t even leave him

She was just hoping he wouldn’t let her

Fuck someone else.

I can already see her crying when we are done

She is too vulnerable.



I’m fingering her and tasting it

I am licking inside and feeling that warmth on my tongue

Because I don’t really like the taste.

I am making her moan and its making me hard.



I am remembering being slapped and falling down

Of wanting to learn to fight

So I wouldn’t be the one to fall down.

Of having to forgive you

Because I was too much like you

So now I’m watching others fall

And all I can hear is them moaning.