Dear Father,

I sinned today. I’m on my knees, head bowed, all i can think about is you. Every Sunday, in the second pew, next to the isle. Do you see me? I watch your every movement, every gesture with the purity I should be worshiping Him with.

You bless the body and blood and all i can picture is you laying on the alter with your robs littering consecrated ground. You protest my touch. I beg you to let me explore every inch of your holy body. Is there anything more pure then worshiping God’s messenger? My contaminated soul reaching out to pleasure the flesh, I gently press my lips to the stops of your feet. You feel the puffs of breath where my lips just caressed as i whisper a prayer. “Forgive me father for i have have sinned”. 

I watch as your body arches off the alter. The holy spirit moving throughout your vessel in the form of desire. With every confession i whisper over your naked body, the more the the alter heats underneath us. I hover over your hard weeping cock, struggling to breath, licking my lips i say, “amen”.