Bel Air

She drove a Bel Air sharp red turned heads. She was a pulse without strings kept a diary of questions about love. She drove men wild raced them, then away always seeking pleasure wherever that Bel Air stopped.


Blood red driven by the devil to remind you of your sins. Long low living to rip apart those hearts beating in the dark praying for forgiveness on the wrong streets.

Behind red doors

Sunday morning gathering behind red doors to pray to gawk to show off bling whisper things. Lord is assuming collection plate is his little does he know someone has to pay for the whore three kids different dads. Amen & Amen

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