My God Is A Woman
She isn’t a figment of my imagination, but my manifest destination. A journey that ends when I lay between her legs. Between them lies the beginning of life — a portal to unimagined pleasures of the flesh.
I look into the eyes of My God; she stares as if she’s reading my mind. My thoughts always center on her touch and taste. The touch of her flower makes my manhood rise like the early morning sun.