Twas many months ago you caught my mind,
And 'fore I could protest you was ensnared,
So 'fore I even kenned what had me by
my loins they held me ransomed in your stare.
The crackled air delightened round your frame,
and I, lost within those ocean turquoise globes,
was more delighted to bend down again
and willingly your manhood did disrobe.
Weekly since I've sat in God's dear house
and sinned so deeply o'er and o'er through time,
My heartbeat throbbing loudly in my blouse,
the pulsing 'tween my legs oh so divine.
How hast it been that months have gathered hence?
How goes it that I haven't gone once more?
When nightly, ever daily, I am spent
in feverish 'membrance of that favorite chore?
'Tis why today I make my wish again,
I want you back inside my mouth and further
and this time I'll allow to you free reign
in every part of this sinful observer.
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