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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"