I kissed a boy,
Who’s neck was bare from faith.
Empty all around.
His lips tasted like sin ,
But his touch felt like nearby repenting.
I wonder what his mother would have thought.
I wonder if those knowledgeable creases placed on his neck mean more to me than it does to him
I kissed a girl wearing a cross around her neck
Her lips didn’t taste like church
But her hips felt like god
I wonder what Her pastor would have thought
I wonder if that cross around her neck meant more to me
Than it does To her