Once i kissed a girl
With a cross necklace
Around her neck
Her lips didn't taste
Like church or sermon
But her hips
Felt like god
In my hands.
I wonder what
Her preacher would
Have thought-
And i wonder if that
Cross around her neck
Meant a lot more to me
That it ever did
To her.
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nevermind + poetry.
Poetryin which i write poems about love and growing up and everything that comes in between
