The second seemed waited upon
The moment carried weight of a mass counting
I never got to the point of manning you
I guess that never counted.
It was bizzare as the night took precedence the language of anonymous encounter overweighed the stuation and the next thing i know im in his quaters
No one knew what they were doing yet the night we knew what it beckoned
We never so much as touched each other but we managed to mesh genetalia
Created crying out to the created saking the causes of idolatary and turning intimacy into a preposition.
Jesus!
Prepositioned Sex.
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