In between my legs.
The flaming tongue
The church of order, the white garment or the church of mountains.
List them all,
yes it is I prostituting my way through, from one street corner to another, carrying my gospel which opens the eye as to what lies between my thighs.
Rubbing shoulders with the lambs and goats, leaving little pieces of me around, is it not true be rest assured that there is enough of me to go around.
Nice poem tho, LMAO guys I caught you with the topic, now the real topic is PATHWAY TO SIN.
Nice poem tho, LMAO guys I caught you with the topic, now the real topic is PATHWAY TO SIN.
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