Anonymous
9/3/2025, 11:39:40 PM
No.939343793
>>939343929
tfw Andy begins to wiggle one out
Anonymous
9/3/2025, 11:46:50 PM
No.939344022
The creek runs clear
Past the willow's bend
A quiet truth
the river won't pretend
Your hand in mine
The world falls away
But shadows grow
where the sunlight plays
You make even the cleanliest kind of loving
Seem like sin
Oh
Seem like sin
Whispered prayers in the dead of night
Your touch feels wrong
But it fits so right
The wind hums low
through the cottonwood trees
A hymn of longing carried on the breeze
Your eyes hold storms
that the sky can't contain
A sweet kind of ache
A delicate pain
You make even the cleanliest kind of loving
Seem like sin
Oh
Seem like sin
Under the moon
Where the guilt begins
A holy fire burns
beneath my skin
Every step
Every glance
A confession unspoken
Every word
Every kiss
A vow softly broken
But I'd trade heaven's gates
The preacher's hymn
For one more moment in this beautiful sin
