Worship my body

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Giving You Praise©

My body is all I have to give because my soul belongs to Allah.
Although it isn’t much.
Shit it’s yours.
Signed, sealed.
DELIVERED.
Stamped and approved.
If the Lord is forgiving we have nothing to lose.
And this is nothing but a mere glimpse of my hearts eternal devotion.
I meditate on the aesthetics of your ministry, everything YOU, to it, I’m inclined. The root of my bliss is the sapid suppleness of your succulent kiss, and my hull only reacts to the texture of your seraphic lips. Bless me with your endless botany.
You are bishop of benevolence.
The Alpha Omega of my bordello.
I call upon you like clergy.
To return my gratitude all I can do is tithe this sacrilegious offering.
Giving you consent to decorate my blank canvas with your ultraviolet brush strokes and you do, with a disposition of Picasso or a modern day Michael D’Angelo.
Your true colors shining through.
Radiating the cells in me.
Like fire shut up in my bones.
I am the burning bush of benediction.
Having purpose.
Becoming my righteous self again...
Banshee shrieks of HALLELUJAH!
And OH GOD OH GOD I deify the creativity of your stigmata in Jesus’ name.
Though I take it in vain I know he understands.
Unholy glares from exalted eye of sparrow threatening to punish me with the highest form of titillation.
Can I be crucified by your commandment? NAIL ME King of pharaoh.
Thy priest preaching sermons of semen to my quivering vulva.
An anointed gospel.
Though the penitence Israel I regret nothing.
Holding back our silence as if speaking were the greater sin.
Prophet of my percolation, my body is temple; it only makes sense that you rejoice in my sanctuary.
Leaving permanent hickeys on my G spot, faucet squirting purity.
You baptize my sculpture in the depths of your pious deception.
Who says that my love can’t lust just as contradictory as the stories in the bible? Together we make holy water, indication that Yahweh does exist and anything can happen if we have faith.
Altar of ablution, deacon of desire, I am faithful concubine.
Apprentice of apostle I need saving.
My Messiah reassuring me that if I ask I shall receive.
An answered prayer that ended with A MAN.
AMEN!

Oh my...Words cannot express my pleasure to this biblical scripture you have foretold. You have undoubtedly got my best interest into this blasphemous fantasy that has left my bones rattled and my body sore with a dripping pleasure. The words still ring in my ears and crawl beneath my skin with excitment.

for real, that is amazing.. Idk who is going to want to follow that one

On Earned Beauty

You were more lovely in your youth, you say.
It may, in part, be true -- for youth is free
Of care, and smooth and taut. But if I may,
I'll teach you how, with these, mine eyes, to see
Yourself. When in the heat of love we play,
My vision comes alive. A history
Of fierce emotions makes your nipples rise,
More beauteous than a maiden's supple bloom.
And how your liquid cunt delights mine eyes!
It calls me like no youngster's may presume
To do. That font of passion 'twixt your thighs,
It sings of love that dares the brink of doom.
Not everyone can see these things, it's true.
I see your soul in every part of you.

Eyes green...skin soft..
Curves hips, boobs
Touching gentle firm breasts

See that bubble cleavage from a far
I'll let you touch
Only the curves if you need to

All of these are so amazing!!

May my body last to eternity
May my mind retain its wit
May my penis keep erections
It is still active yet

Object of My Desire
 
There is... something... about the male body.
Strength. Muscle. Sinew. Furrrrrrr...

The differences in skin - smooth,
stretched taut, hiding power.

The cock, soft or engorged
the testes.... soft, dangly balls
to nuzzle for my amusement.

Do you feel like an object, desired?
Do you smile at the thought of saliva
pooling in my mouth?

I see you lengthen, swell.
You're allowed - nay, invited! - to dream
of what's underneath that which
embraces my secrets.
I bring them to your lips
to share their wet and tangy promise,
then slide them, slooow, onto surrender.

Your tight nipples beckon - I want to
suck them, bite them:
bring out a single drop of blood
then soothe the tender'd flesh.
I am enticed, titillated.

You pique my hunger,
fill my need,
yet never sate.

Ivory skin glistening with water drops
As she steps out of the shower her nipples harden
Size DD boobs dangling free
Her collarbone taunt and defining

What a gorgeous body the girl has
With her shaved inviting Pussy
Oh how I wish I could explore it more
That round ass ready for a good Smack

I wish I could bite her beautiful ass and nipples
Her long model like legs spread apart as she drys her womanhood
Oh how I wish she knew I existed

Her thick round lips partly spread apart
As a gasp excape her as she rums her rosy red clit
I wish I could tease them beautiful lips with kisses and licks
Or plant that long neck with a million hickies and kiss

That beautiful jawline could use an amazing long lick
Oh those emerald green eyes shine like diamonds
Those arms I wish were wrapped around my neck as I plunge in her deep
Look at that brown hair dripping and dropping water on those nipples I love so much

Oh this woman is killing me with ecstacy
I want to lick her back and tickle her toes
I want to fill her with sexual desire
Oh how I love that woman's sexy little body

I must have her now...

Beautifully written

thin carpets and cold floors
im on the pursuit of hell waiting to reach my goals
Ask God for his mercy upon my crooked soul
Cause we both know my heart is halfway here
but my promiscuity is a whole
I come and I go
Unsure of what will unfold
Will I be safe tonight?
Or is this the knife that will set me afloat?
Your favorite neighborhood dummy
your favorite neighborhood hoe
Now the neighborhood is taking off my clothes
I drank too much and I didnt even know
Nope I didnt even notice
and since my mind was so distorted
They made my feelings unimportant
Even if i would have gotten a warning I woulve ignored it
Cause in my brain I dont have the logic to be a self respectable woman
My confidence and my hope they took it
So now look at me.....
just tragic....
Between my legs holds all the magic
Just like any other average
just like any other bitch with no conscience wreaking havoc
causing chaos out of spite
I go out in the night
I do these things with a burning anger even though im the one losing the fight
Despite my despise i dont know what im battling
But I Try
Seems like everytime I really try
I fall victim to my mind
looking for love,
I just wanna be loved
Instead the devil is what I find
tick tock im running out of time
I have crossed the line
I am sleeping with these demons and all of 'em aint mine
A slap to the face
A kick in the back
No kisses on my forhead
My lovers ATTACK
I guess they just love real hard it wont last forever
"You shouldn't have done that Diamond, next time do better, BE BETTER."
"But aren't I already enough, aren't already a treasure?"
"HA HA whatever you're just here for my pleasure.. I put my hands on you cause you just don't measure.
Be honest with yourself, when will you ever leave?"

"I know......NEVER"

I will always be bound to these foul words and actions
Obligated to give my body to whoever grabs and asks for it
If i don't I feel like I am letting someone down
Even though they care nothing about me and leave me underground
I freeze up inside and wont make a sound
If i dont let him have it then some shits about to go down
Yeah all hell will break loose
If i dont be tha nasty gal that you want me to
If I dont fuck you right then i'm fucking someone else, RIGHT?
I gotta keep you reassured to prevent me being hurt
Even when im sick I still better lift up that skirt
I still better turn around on my back
Take it like that
A couple chokes, a couple slaps
I am a Sex Slave
my mind is in a vex rage
please turn to the next page
instead he turns me to the next way
New position how I lay
and I better fucking stay
I am something like a stray, I am definetly a dog
but do bitches still go to heaven when they dont wanna be dogged?
Please God get all these hands off of me
Black white brown hands feels like they still got me
Feels like I can still hear them and NOBODYS stopping them
Its ironic cause if i had a father he'd straight be popping them
but instead I call them daddy while i'm riding on top of them.
I look in the mirror ahhh man you Poor Bitch
he comes behind me, hot breath, body worship

-Diamond M. Williams

These are really good, I will have trouble picking...😧