Worship me on Sunday

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You know you want it
I can see it in your eyes
acting so pure and proper
while peeking at my thighs

You’re passing that plate of money
but you should sit here for a while
cause I’ve got something for you, honey
God’s not the only one who’ll make you smile

Just let yourself go
as I kiss your angel eyes
ease you to your knees
and slowly spread my thighs

My body can be your alter
cum worship again and again
let me baptize you in juices
I’ll wash away your sins

I’ve got your communion
yeah honey, it’s right here
let’s see you talk in tongues
let’s see heaven appear

I’ll tie you to the cross
if that’s what gets you there
you can be my sacrifice
and the answer to my prayer

So proper in your Sunday suit
bet that tie would make a great restraint
give in and be my lover
we both know you’re no saint

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kittyblackkittyblackalmost 17 years ago
REALLY REALLY

AWESOME!!!!

:D

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
Wow!

I don't remember church being like this! Hell, I'll even wear a tie!

Very nice. Evokes lovely images.

Jennifer CJennifer Cover 18 years ago
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Your Poem was mentioned in Saturdays Review

Thanks for sharing ~

~ Jenn

LeBrozLeBrozover 18 years ago
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Whoa!

Now that's an idea;

let's skip leaving the house

and stay home every Sunday

to worship at your

magnificent altar!

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