Walking the straight an narrow with the Lord is not so easy when he has pecs like pillow tops, arms that you can imagine tightly wrapped around your waist, pretty pink lips, abs like ridges, a taunt sweet waist that you picture in action grinding you in place, fingers of fury, touching each erogenous zone making you whimper and scream and moan...
Yes the righteous trod is threatened by him, the memory of him is enough to cause sin, yet I must push to the back of my mind his feel, his strong sturdy thighs, his jeans at low rise, his hips, the tsate of his d--k...its definitely not an easy road.
Friday, May 15, 2009
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2 comments:
For a moment there I was wondered if you were talking about me! LOL!
It's a hard road, trod on, trod on.
Detours are always tempting on long journeys. Walk good E!
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