Gospel According To My Body
Let my moans mirror the hallelujahs and amens of a spirit-filled congregation
Have you begun if I’m not shaking like it’s deliverance Sunday?
Give this powerhouse orgasms after orgasms; my body is your offering basket and I love a cheerful giver
Baby, stroke this clit like David did his harp;
if done well enough, sweet melodies are sure to bless heaven’s doors
And when we’re done and our bodies are expelling holy liquids like tears rolling down the cheeks of a passionate testifier,
we shall squeeze each other tight,
blessing God for this explosive ministration brought to us on the altar that is my creaking bed.
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