This is basically what my Catholic education taught me about sex:
Not sure if he is the creepiest, most pedophile looking motherfucker I've ever seen. Bless him. Guilt is delicious. That's why there's a gold framed pic of Jesus that stares directly at my bed.
I put ADIDAS on it for my bestie, lol, and Roxy Music for G. Hope you're taking a "sensual bath" with a foxy ginger, bb.
I made this playlist, it's really "good." Whether you're spending your Friday night together or alone, just remember "BREADS" y'all.
There's a blood red sun outside, I'm scared. Some of these songs aren't "technically" about j/o or whatever, but I think they qualify.