Let me worship today.
Let me show my honour and adoration gently But nonetheless with ardour. Let me serve between your legs oh rulers of my heart, and please, bestow on me the blessing of your satisfaction and pleasure. I have listened well and everything you guided is the call of my faith in these matters, the places my mouth longs to find, the worship I am naturally called to, the haunts my tongue finds in it's dance for your release and where I find my spiritual calling manifested in this physical act of sensuality and, yes, belief that I look on you as a leader, someone I have some faith in, someone I some how honour and worship. My reward? The way we talk, the way you make me feel,the way you fill my mouth. The luck that is granted those who worship piously and with fervour.
This makes me want to be kneeling at his feet in a church, the hard stairs of the dais digging into my flesh as his cock parts my lips, and slowly, oh so slowly, presses into mouth. A benediction, a holy rite.

