I’ll turn you into a born again believer

lay me out on your alter,
gentle caress my rose petal soft skin,
then taste me, first at my neck.
hear the moans and gasps fall off my lips like a symphony,
as you journey down across the peaks and valleys of my breasts.
leave love bites as you go my love.
and when you finally reach the promised land at the meeting of my thighs
worship me like your new found goddess.
taste the holy water that pours out of me, or better yet dive into it
tongue first, and you’ll hear my symphony of moans crescendo and taste the
holy water change to wine on your lips.
-I’ll turn you into a born again believer.