and I worshipped like a starving priest
at the altar of her backside—
a holy place,
where god moans and gasps.
and I worshipped like a starving priest at the altar of her backside— a holy place, where god moans and gasps.
and I worshipped like a starving priest
at the altar of her backside—
a holy place,
where god moans and gasps.
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