Ω Sunday Morning Worship Ω

 
…..I awaken to a bristling in the air

somehow,
perhaps the
tossing and turning
this burning and yearning
my deep longing
has caused
the bed covers to fall to the floor......

….revealing my body brown and bare

and the early morning slits of light
begin to permeate the dark room
I lay there
boxer briefed
under-ware
nipples peaked in the cool morning air

my “mahogany wood”
extending past the hem of my garment
dark, thick venous root
feeling my virtue leaving me

“ open the floodgates of heaven, let it rain......”

and you at my bedside
speaking not a word
gentle fingers grasping
my glistening,
swollen
mushroom
head

gently

pricking
plucking
pulling
stroking me

wet......

…..morning worship,
preparing me for
a spiritual awakening
in the early morning air.....

"…..lord have mercy upon my soul"