Forgiven are most sins
I always forget what I am about to say when I’m with you. You make me happy, you make me sad. Just like last night as we wander around in my car, you looked so heavenly, your skin felt so nice, like a cloud about to burst soft and creamy and pale white, you smelled like heaven, tasted like Gin too. You kissed my lips and all the dirty parts of this heaven. Yesterday the skies were thoughtful and forgiving. I don’t believe in god but if I did, you’d be my religion.
