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I don’t believe in “God,” but the way your breath goosebumps my soul and controls every thought only proves that we must be sinning. how could anything righteous feel so good? you are naked, bathed in sunlight and you tell me again how you wish to practice an ascetic life; then let me teach you how to turn my water to sweet, sweet…… worship over my ******* kiss my neck and resurrect the animals inside us, watch how we shine. Oh. Practice with me I’ll show you how your head can bow then rise… Ruku then rise and oh, I promise, my palms will lift upward toward your holy skies; I’ll pray the way only you can make me do. For the love of Allah bury your face between my thighs, lock your hands with mine, look into my eyes I want to watch you come bow into Mirhab turn to Mecca Please I beg you raise your face toward the heavens while we fall down from grace. Please, oh god, please don’t stop. Glory awaits; whisper me prayers til your words drip from your lips down onto my sheets, Oh please whisper, make me quiver til I see God and believe that you must be right… Alhamdulillah. With you, I’d pray every night.
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Dec 19, 2023
Dec 19, 2023 at 5:31 PM UTC
Most Divine Ascension
I don’t believe in “God,” but the way your breath goosebumps my soul and controls every thought only proves that we must be sinning. how could anything righteous feel so good? you are naked, bathed in sunlight and you tell me again how you wish to practice an ascetic life; then let me teach you how to turn my water to sweet, sweet…… worship over my ******* kiss my neck and resurrect the animals inside us, watch how we shine. Oh. Practice with me I’ll show you how your head can bow then rise… Ruku then rise and oh, I promise, my palms will lift upward toward your holy skies; I’ll pray the way only you can make me do. For the love of Allah bury your face between my thighs, lock your hands with mine, look into my eyes I want to watch you come bow into Mirhab turn to Mecca Please I beg you raise your face toward the heavens while we fall down from grace. Please, oh god, please don’t stop. Glory awaits; whisper me prayers til your words drip from your lips down onto my sheets, Oh please whisper, make me quiver til I see God and believe that you must be right… Alhamdulillah. With you, I’d pray every night.
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Dec 19, 2023
Dec 19, 2023 at 5:31 PM UTC
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