Humble Yourself At Her Feet!

The pressence of her turqoise head band exploits a celestrial noise within your soul. A turqoise nighty dropped over her breasts with an entrancing poise. The pressence of her lacey turqoise panties is a pulsating sensation that my shaft enjoys. An angel in turqoise convoys uncontrollable urges which employs desires of heavenly intimacy. The intricacy of her design tests the legitimacy of human perfection. The pressence of her eloquence seems to dispense an intense sequence of suspense and immense pleasure as a consequence of being completely in love.

Her and God must be in cahoots, an Angel with Illinois roots and her pants tucked in her boots. This is something my heart salutes as I can hear the other Angels play heavenly flutes. As long as I love one of God's recruits, I could care less what the world pollutes. Bourbon brown eyes that can only be made in an exurban area of heaven. I'm drawn to the way her long brown hair reminds me of a newborn fawn running across a springtime lawn. A sincere smile shinning as if it was heaven's chandelier. An angel who makes me feel as if I can persevere like a heavenly charioteer.

Everyone knows the cost of being lost. So, the arches of her feet is where God and I meet to make sure my heart stays complete. As we both take a seat on our thrones, we discuss sin and the battles the enemy thinks he can win. It makes her heart grin to witness the humbleness within. Loving her as christ loved the church is where you should begin. Giving your life to save her soul should be the goal. This is why you meditate, so there's no way the enemy can relate. Your mind and body might be sore, but your heart can win the war with spiritual strength at it's core. I ask God for more and the enemy to win a battle nevermore.