Like a Virgin
Everything moved with my breath
The room bloomed red
I met ecstasy in the shape of a man
Desire surged as a tongue tide
Dragging down and back to mine
Ça puait l’amour
It smelled like love and
Cleansed like summer rain
I never had faith in god
But there I laid baptized in my own sin
Like a Virgin
Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2020
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