She parted the waters
of her body with the tip
of my penis.
And then, when we were done,
left me with the salt
found at the bottom of seabeds.
I want her sin, my body
cried to the mountains.
God replied by giving me thunder.
She parted the waters
of her body with the tip
of my penis.
And then, when we were done,
left me with the salt
found at the bottom of seabeds.
I want her sin, my body
cried to the mountains.
God replied by giving me thunder.
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