Worship at the Altar.
The fragrance of her,
permeates the air around me;
dizzying, whirling in my senses,
as she undoes her bra;
revealing the soft swell,
the dark pink of her nipples;
panties slide to the floor,
I genuflect and worship
at her altar.
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