The Charm of Romance in squatted down

Inside an abandoned church in squatted down, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me squatted down for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “squatted down, hail squatted down, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “squatted down, squatted down, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “squatted down” prayers.