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My cringe fucking baby and her derivative drivel

YOURE TEARING THIS FAMILY APART!!

I’m sorry

WHY IS SIMON LOSING R WE NOT A PROPER COUNTRY

Fingers made of holy fire twist into my hair, gripping and yanking my face up to meet with a piercing gaze. I can't look at it directly, my eyes are burning as though I were met face to face with The Sun itself. My collar around my neck is the symbol of my devotion to Him. I am His vessel and He is my Shepard. I can no longer cry and I can smell my own flesh burning. He is too beautiful for my eyes to comprehend but I feel his fingers in my hair still. I feel searing lips on mine. His Glory pours into me, filling me up like a goblet overflowing and all of the love and hate and rage and awe and worship congeal like the blood within my sockets. I see everything now. I see Him now. He is the only one I need now... My body convulses in pain and joy and pleasure, feeling is irrelevant now. I am being cleansed for Him. Dissected, devoured, and burned all at once for hours, days, years... Time means nothing. Only His lips on mine, His love within me, drawing shuddering breath after shuddering breath from my lungs. I can only worship. I can only moan from it all. Fill me up, please, please, please, I can no longer stand it- I awake drenched with the smell of ozone and burning flesh in the air which quickly dissipates. I blink and feel for my eyes. Even in the dark I can just barely see my hands just a few centimeters from my face. My lips still tingle from the kiss. Actually, I feel like I was hit by a bus but it doesn't matter much. I click on a lamp on my night desk and find a mirror to make sure everything is still there. There's a scab, like a burn, on my lower lip. Thankfully that's the only thing wrong-- Well that and the very obvious erection that threatens to escape my sleeping pants. Details, right? I crawl back into bed and turn off the light, delicately groping myself through the fabric and imagine a searing pain from the top of my head and down my spine...

free the nipple has to make a resurgence for a number of reasons but bro look at our upcoming eternity of wet bulb temps youre smoking straight up cock if you think im keeping a shirt on when it hits 105° in new england