Come,
let us all sing praises to SIERRA’s panties. O cotton crotch which whispers answers to the universe. Blessed bikinis, hallowed hip-huggers, beloved briefs of the divine GODDESS are all sacred unto men.. even HER holeyest are the holiest of underthings. Silk subtlety scented , having the same affect as Ether or Opium. Inhale... yes inhale. Satin which swaddles Sierra’s particulars shall one day be displayed under glass counters in far-off , renown museums. Ahhh..the snap of elastic, the waistband of life the reason I be. All the answers to living are in her panties. But
I most unworthy and treacherous male swine HAIL SIERRA, full of grace, my wallet is with Thee, blessed art Thou amongst Women and blessed is the FOUNT of Thy kidneys. Holy Princess, Mistress over minions, degrade our weiners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen GLORY BE, to the MISTRESS, and to the WOMAN and to the Holy BITCH. As it should have been in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen. O
MY GODDESS, forgive us our many sins, save us from the fire of our
loins,
and lead all men into blessed submission, especially those who are in
most
need of Thy Scorn. Though I speak with the tongues of men and angels, and have not Sierra, I am become as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal. You are the Music of my soul, the Light of my eyes, the Tongue of my knowledge. You reign supreme. Crawling behind You, I am drawn to the Temple, focused on the seat of Your Holiness. As You walk, I feel my soul sigh. Hear me, O Goddess. I need faith--faith that You will judge me fairly. I need hope--hope that You will never dismiss me. I need love--love that You will demonstrate through harsh discipline. But the greatest of these is Discipline, the love of caring enough to spank the very hardest. Oh
Holy Sierra, I find that I can not stop doing filthy, male lustful
Sierra, Goddess Who Lifts Me Up Oh,
Holy Sierra, Mother of the Universe, you fill me with ecstasy.
Amen |