bodies getting fcked against the mirror is my room with a view.
This is the god module.
our selves with local anesthetic,
And lye crumbled and submissive just for a moment to cry a little, die just a little.
Lying together after love our half naked bodies lye stark under a sickly light,
And we shed salty wet into each others unwashed faces.
I kiss unmethodically and hope it offers you some consolidation to our poverty.
We think we disserve our freedom.
you on the forehead and speak solidly against your skin "God
You stop crying and as your contentment becomes clear, I hope God is watching.