HALLELUJAH

1: The ministering angel.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the cumming, Oh my Lord;
He is flooding out the vintage that his dangling grapes have stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightening from his upright pulsing sword.
The juice is spurting on.

He hath said that I’m a strumpet, but he’s giving me a treat;
He is spewing on my face and tits the contents of his meat.
0, be swift, my soul, to answer him; be jubilant, and sweet.
His juice is spurting on.

In my beauty I lie naked and I’m there for all to see.
As he anoints my body and it transfigures me,
For its good for my complexion and I’m getting it for free!
When he just spurts it on.

He is cumming like the glory of the morning on the wave;
There is more than I can swallow; there is more than I can save
So I’ll always be his footstool, and I’ll even be his slave.
While he goes spurting on.

2: The bounty of the lord.

Mine eyes have seen Miss Glory, she’s a really comely broad
She was dancing round an upright pole and stripping, trust my word,
I caught her tiny panties when through the air they soared
As she went dancing on.

But now we are together and she’s working on my meat,
She has sucked me up and kissed my balls, and got me up on heat
And now my prick is gushing, and I’m giving her a treat
My cream’s all she’s got on

It is falling on her luscious tits and I can clearly see
Some sliding to a nipple tip and dripping to her knee.
But now its spurting on her face: she smiles at me in glee,
And puts her make-up on

I’m still cumming like the glory of the morning on the wave;
She got more from my organ than I though my balls could save
Her mouth’s now open drinking, though there’s not much more to have
Now that I’m nearly done!

(May be sung to the tune “John Brown’s Body.)