Every Sunday behind bibles, virgins, soldiers tight against me, longing, and my pelvis rubbing gods'to the big black woman voices. Soldiers tight against me, longing, all that rising, sitting, kneeling to the big black woman voices, spirits warming, tensing, folding, then all that rising, sitting, kneelinglike some kind of dance, a mating, spirits warming, tensing, folding and god went “Shhh” between my thighs –

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