Take Me To Church

You are sweet of face, you have a certain grace that both nuns and priest hotly desire. The scent of sex is in you it rides you. The musk of a tigress permeates through as you read a Sunday sermon. God is back in His changing room, He looks through a mirror at your long legs and short skirt turning this way and that admiring what He sees. The congregation sings a hymn swaying from repression to raw lust. Your voice rings out breaking glass minds. I know God loves you for He has love for both the tiger and the lamb in equal measure, and we are all prey to the innocence of His nature.