My baby is so fine,
very romantic,
she is the  genuine
religious fanatic.

On her knees,
she treats me like
her own personal god
& I am awakened
by her actions.

Looking up toward heaven,
she grips me firmly,
nods in fervent prayer,
moulding me,
shaping me
into a hard likeness,
her solid-effigy,
the ******* symbol
she craves.

Her ritual
& evident-desire
are perfect examples
of the sweetest-faith.

And as a just reward
for her handiwork,
I shower her
with my abundance,
fill her coffers
with warm
velvet treasure,
satisfying,
quenching
her beautiful spirit
'till the next time
she wants to see,
taste the signs
come forth.