August 25, 2017December 24, 2018 Clean poetry 0 Comments I shower at night to prepare for our sins God, I hate washing her off in the morning Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Her Spilled Desires
