I said;
Let the Pilgrim lips lock
A son well plunged
To unlock the Saints of sinners
And devor to its lust
A well devoted mass
She said;
Then have the service
Of the sinners, saint's
Saints hands do touch too
At her Pilgrims core
Of her luscious lips
I said;
Oh my Saint of sinners
Behold the Pilgrims touch
Of devored body
Give me that smile Can't take it for a while
She said;
Healer saint's of sinners
Baptise me with thy
Untouched waters
Waters to drink from its source
Turn it on, to red wine
And get drunk in Pilgrims lips
I said;
Winners of Saints
I posses it's sinners
Give me back my sin again
To touch its pleasure
With hands too infugitive
To learn it's submissive
She said;
Oh my Saints of sinners
I pledge my sins
From thy Pilgrims lips
Touch to touch
Of the touched too?
A fugitive obliged
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