The thought of…
A firm grip on your arm …and your lower back
With your head resting on the deep furrow in his bushy chest
His body, a lean machine, muscle resting on bone, like a bull
And when your are aching on all your endings
He turns you
His breath moistens on your back
Sweet sin
He goes in
You feel butterflyii,
Your lower stomach feels like a flock of birds taking off
Sweet sin
When he done,
You spent, like peaceful death
Your legs cant hold your emotions
You breath slowly, faintly, like peaceful haunt
He heaves, his breath brushing hairs on the top of your head
Sweet sin
:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek: 1 Corinthians 6:9-10New International Version (NIV)
9 Or do you not know that wrongdoers will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor men who have sex with men.10 nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God.