1 year ago. October 9, 2022 at 4:36 AM
On her knees she finds a type of strength
Not felt upon her feet
Her worries melt like icicles
Exposed to summer’s heat
Depression must retreat each time
She’s grasped by Daddy’s hands
For He who holds her throat has smote
The strain of life’s demands
For His commands are sacred
A sanctuary so fine
Tonight His kisses are her bread
& His seed the sweetest wine
It feels divine because it is
Far more than just a “lay”
When she submits, a demon quits
No place in her to stay!