Sacrilege

Lord have mercy on my soul,

For given the chance I’d consume her whole.

I’d watch her dance, make her moves,

Then my turn would come to make my move.

I’d force her down, I’d open her up,

I’d take what’s mine, I’d eat then fuck.

Lord have mercy on my soul,

For my thoughts and deeds dig my hole.

The grave in which I’ll eternally sit,

For my thoughts for her are pure sacrilege.

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