i am powerless in your presence, you’re the evidence of things not seen, a beauty i can’t un-see, see, you’re everything i’ve been praying for my mind stays on you, my lips can’t say much more your essence is the evidence of prophesies; your presence is deific magnificent is your image as you baptize me in this new religion you got me prostrating, your heavenly body is so amazing, you make *** feel like divine revelations i run my hands down the small of your back and it is smooth as the ponderosa of a harpsichord, spine subtly dimpled like the pebble-grain of a hymnal this union we’ve made is not holy, dulcet notes hit my ear the second you spoke to me, you must be a goddess, baby you radiate with the same intensity as the countenance of the sun i get between your knees and bless you with a thousand tongues you’re dripping a lovely tincture; it runs down my lips like holy scriptures concupiscence is slowly evolving into firm convictions, throw away all inhibitions and give into our carnal rhythms i know our spirits intertwining, for the first time, i feel christened though we broke free of tradition… you may be the goddess, but in the end, i’ll be giving the commands you’ll try to get a grip on reality while you’re gripping the bed you’ll feel a “hallelujah” deep down without you clasping your hands i’ll have you calling on a higher power just for you to call on him again we are birds of a feather, our souls merge perfectly together our bodies intercede, while your hips reply to me, it’s always sweet communion when i’m looking in your eyes your smile is bright white ivory, something unrivaled i could die in between your thighs and experience revival {j.c.c.}