Wednesday, September 13, 2023

Darlin'

Sweet Jesus.
You taste like ecstacy.
I need more to feel better.
I drink your sweat
by licking your palms.

Your sweet ecstacy tastes like Jesus.
Wine, dripping from my plaque-covered teeth.

This addiction can't be kicked.

I can't kick my addiction to Jesus.
I mean, you.

Jesus.
What do you mean?

I need more of your sweet ecstacy, Jesus!

Jesus doesn't provide ecstacy.





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