Prayerful

I was on my knees this morning, praying like I am often. Craving something so awesome, so addictive, such a neccessity- that the only thing I could focus on, was how badly I wanted and needed it to fill me from every imaginable direction.

It dawned on me that to get what I wanted, meant I had simply to open my mouth and be patient for the flavor of my desire to make its presence felt. It made me tingle with anticipation like a professional crackhead before taking that long awaited hit.

As I remained prayerful, I began to feel its life force make its way through my body. I lay on the floor a quiviering heap of flesh, from its brute force. But I love it, I crave it I need it. I want more.

So here I kneel prayerful for the chance to be chosen to taste heaven as it roll its sweet essence across my tongue, down my throat to spread its magical infection through my soul.