Grace

by whitney bartlett   Apr 10, 2004


Holy mother full of grace
bless my boyfriends gorgeous face
bless his hair that tends to curl
keep him safe from all the girls
bless his arms that are so strong
keep his hands where they belong
bless his d**k the one i sucked
bless the bed in which we f***ed
and if my mom happened to walk in
bless the shit i would be in

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