Worship My Body
You met me and was fascinated by the eyes, my curves
Not needing any assistance from my makeup and lashes
You stretch my body out starting with the crown jewel of my head and ended up at the bottom of my traveling soul of my feet
You stand there and gazed
While looking towards the heavens
Praising God for the vessel that is laid before you
Your very essence as a man
You have to ask yourself is this body mine to have
He worshipped my body through the intense tool of his mouth
While using the optical lens to appreciate the femininity laid out before him
After he finished giving Thanks to God
The soul laid before him, raised it up and held me close with the intent of intimacy with erotic play of his hands
After the body finishes with excitement, just like the idol worship of some gods
I now have become his Queen
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