You make me do and say things a god fearing woman would not and why must you make me say these things when I’m on top of you? How is it that you pump so steadily beneath me? Oh, and why in the world must I call on god’s name, when it is only you that can help me in this time of need. You make me fall on my knees just like a religion to serve you and obey. I come willingly to the alter you have prepared for me and I will always be first in line so that you may prey and lay hands on me.
Every time you are near me, my taste buds heighten and my mouth waters for more. If I feed you my first fruits hand by hand, I am more than willing to lick the juices that fall upon your lips and chin because it tastes better dipped in you. Even the sweetest and delectable fruits taste better that way.
Just the thought of you turns me on, because I know full well what you are capable of. This makes my heart and soul pant for you. You have the almighty power to turn a night into day with your lovin. Rivers are divided by your command and it’s plain to see that you are my master.
At first I was lost, but now I’m found and you deserve all the praise. I sacrifice my praises by moaning your name; it rolls from my lips with the sweetest sound. This joy I have is because of you and I am overcome with gladness. As I bow my head to kiss your face, please know that this service was such a blessing.
I got the message loud and clear and I’ll be back for the next revival, for I am an unclean vessel and only you can make me whole again.