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I like being shown off as something dirty

I behave better when I’m full

I don’t need romance, I need pressure

I love when men look at me like a toy

I want to be the reason your phone overheats

I stay wet just thinking about being used

I’m built for pleasure, not patience

I crave attention and I’m not shy about it

I get needy fast, and I get messy even faster

I exist to make you hard, nothing else

I love knowing someone is stroking because of me

I get hornier the more eyes I feel on me

The darkness never asks permission and neither do I

My voice turns soft inside these walls

The sacred ground shifts beneath my feet

My holiness feels borrowed and fading

The quiet hum of the chapel stirs my pulse

My presence bends the air

The candle flames stretch toward me

My faith cracked in absolute silence

The incense smoke curls differently around me

My spirit hums with something unholy

The holy water cools when I touch it

My breath carries the weight of old rituals

The chapel pews groan beneath my steps

My past life feels like someone else’s story

Darkness lingered the moment I stopped resisting

My devotion unraveled slowly

The habit hides more than sin

My soul feels stitched with forgotten prayers

The silence bends around me

My thoughts run wild in sacred places

The holy symbols tilt slightly in my presence

My heartbeat doesn’t match the rhythm of worship

The church bells sound wrong to me now

My spirit feels older than my body

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