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religiou s e x perience by utro, literature
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religiou s e x perience
clasp your hands
around my breasts
they are small, i know
but they still need
your touch
at times
while i trace
your length of
spine
with my fingertips, my nails
they are broken, i know
but they still need
to scrape along
your skin
at times
as i lie beneath your
blanket of body
and heat
that slithers down
forming a path
in our sweat
to lead you south
to your retreat
and i am sipped
on by your lips
as my own pour out for you
to coat you in their scent
to laquer your expression
in their slick descent
gliding cross
the miles of your
tongue
that digs trenches
between my thighs
that keep you from
fully hear
