by Bakeboss
It's there in every phrase you craft:
Woman is your religion;
Her pleasure is your ministry;
Her body is your temple;
Her cunt your chalice,
Her lovejuice and cream your sacrament;
Hourly service is your 'vocational Service'
You will only find salvation kneeling at Woman's hips, enchanted by her sacred smells,
and answering the devotee's bell-summonings to adore,
at her command.
Can't fault yer, youth!