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Sunday Worship

Sunday Worship
By kayakndan on 09/30/2014
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In our bed,
our sweaty church of mortal veneration and passion of the vice,
I wish to pray to your body
in a manner befitting the goddess that is you.
The sensual idolatry, our wicked laymen's lust
lavished upon our body and souls alike,
should be a ceremony in which this humble devotee to you
performs his hard miracles, the seductive salvation,
regaling his goddess with feats of power
eternally lauded in her impassioned psalms.

Such pleasures abound in the tantric worship of your abiding flesh!
Indeed it should be I that begs you to allow me the glory
of the slightest taste of your erogenous nectar,
of even the most fleeting feel of the budding nipples on my revering tongue,
of the moaning shudder felt low in your miraculous womb,
of the gratification seen in the smiling eyes of my beloved divine body,
of your voice repeatedly reflecting the throbbing, moist affairs deep within you high in my ear,
of your loving embrace unceasingly enticing me into pleasing you further.
Your mere kiss is proof of a higher power whose hot effects are a reminder of hell-
hell being a naked moment without you to infinitesimally woo and delight.

Yet it is you that who lies prostrate between my muscled thighs!
Savoring my prominent pillar of our shared ecstasy, your kiss entices it to reach toward heaven.
Oh, such a hearty worshiper! Thy own tongue's pious devotional so overwhelms its idol,
deigning to me my halting raptures, delivering its wonderful offerings in lapping opulence.
And it is I whose cries are of a pitch ungodly
yet apt in lieu of the pleasures recited by the spirited tongue.
Giver of life yourself, you falter not to take on my own rough existence inside you.
And you have me. All of me.
Joined in an eternal bond of soul and flesh ascending into clenched-toed glory.
The hottest communion with my body, offered, extractedso ethereally accepted!
Yes my lover, you have me in total submission to your higher power!
And glory be to your erotic gifts, surely sent from heaven.

? By kayakndan On 9/30/2014 3:44:41 PM
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