I once had sex with a priest on a pool table. The red, yellow, orange balls kept getting caught under the arch of my back, the backs of my knees. He gashed his head on the dangling green lamp-- a strip of blood down the side of his ear. I stopped kissing his priestly collar.
"No, my child, please continue."
My dress unzipped, I'm not sure how, perhaps it was God.
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