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Apotheosized©
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.
Merciful minister, 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.
How great is your grace.
JEHOVAH JIREH!
Bless me with your endless botany.
I humble myself before you Bishop of benevolence.
The Alpha Omega of my bordello.
Oh Abba 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,
you stroke and stroke and stroke making a masterpiece out of me
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.
Heal me Shepard of sanctification
Leave permanent hickeys on my G spot
so that I become my righteous self again...
open up the flood gates of heaven
and with banshee shrieks of HALLELUJAH!
I deify the creativity of your stigmata in the name of Yishua.
This toil will not be in vain
You dare threaten to punish me with the highest form of titillation.
My sweet salvation can I be crucified by your commandment?
OH NAIL ME KING OF PHAROH.
Thy priest preaching sermons of semen to my quivering vulva.
An anointed gospel.
Though the penitence is real 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.
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
Altar of ablution, deacon of desire, I am faithful concubine.
Apprentice of apostle I need saving.
Anything can happen if we just believe.
My Messiah reassures me that if I ask I shall receive.
An answered prayer that ended with A MAN.
AMEN!
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.
Merciful minister, 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.
How great is your grace.
JEHOVAH JIREH!
Bless me with your endless botany.
I humble myself before you Bishop of benevolence.
The Alpha Omega of my bordello.
Oh Abba 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,
you stroke and stroke and stroke making a masterpiece out of me
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.
Heal me Shepard of sanctification
Leave permanent hickeys on my G spot
so that I become my righteous self again...
open up the flood gates of heaven
and with banshee shrieks of HALLELUJAH!
I deify the creativity of your stigmata in the name of Yishua.
This toil will not be in vain
You dare threaten to punish me with the highest form of titillation.
My sweet salvation can I be crucified by your commandment?
OH NAIL ME KING OF PHAROH.
Thy priest preaching sermons of semen to my quivering vulva.
An anointed gospel.
Though the penitence is real 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.
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
Altar of ablution, deacon of desire, I am faithful concubine.
Apprentice of apostle I need saving.
Anything can happen if we just believe.
My Messiah reassures me that if I ask I shall receive.
An answered prayer that ended with A MAN.
AMEN!
Published 18th May 2018
| Edited 17th Oct 2018
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18th May 2018 8:43pm
Erotic desire expressed in a multitude of religious terms. Ends with an alliterative. "An answered prayer that ended with A MAN. AMEN!"
