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Click hereTheir fingers interlocked,
her palms nailed to his,
her trembling naked torso
pressed against the priest,
her legs splayed,
feet nailed to lumber,
his lovely thorns
penetrate her brow.
Crimson tears
stream down her face
as he moves inside her,
the blood from the lance
lubricating her mound
as he thrusts,
their tongues intertwined
as his body seeks salvation,
and he breathes the Holy Spirit
deeply within her soul
and the corruption of his body
erupts into her grasping,
willing
cunt.
I wonder how often thoughts like those go the mind of a nun.