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Holy Water (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette,LA)

bless-ed
the product of our loving
don't it taste like Holy Water
bless yourself
and genuflect
yes, bow down bitches
bathe yourself in our riches
big enough in my britches
let it wash all over you
drink it in
sin
what does it all mean?
these rules that make no sense
repent
for what?
fuck off
how 'bout that?
love who you want
do what you want
flaunt what you want
say what you want
shock and awe
aww
why do my words
disturb
you turds?
it's only love that i write about
even if it's dripping out your mouth
it's beautiful and flawed
clawed
my way out the dark
to spark
my heart
a part
of me
will always be
attracted to the dark
embark
on a path to the light
fight
for my right
to taste your Holy Water
Bless-ed
sign of the cross
not lost
on me
see
i was raised to believe
now i relieve
myself on your lips
take sips
like holy water
let it save your soul
it's like lube
letting me glide into your hole
sexy beast
best believe
you'll come back for more
virgin or whore
doesn't matter
when it splatters
so dip your finger in my Holy Water
and bless yourself
genuflect
bow down bitches
picked my crown back up
and put in on my head
getting head
let it be said
that my cum tastes like Holy Water



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