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As my tongue and fingers painted pictures with her love, she wrote sermons on the small of my neck and prayed to the most high that he would continue to bless me with the creativity and inspiration to continue painting. And upon finishing my masterpiece I thanked her for allowing me to worship in her temple for it was a blessing to experience her service. I then proceeded to sacrifice an offering of my manhood, in hopes that she would be pleased. And upon completion of my offering she told me that I was blessed and highly favored and that I had ushered her into other realms, she had seen heavens gardens and her essence had experienced orbits. She then told me it was time to attend to the word, a ministry that was solely based on the purity of our conversation. As we read each other and spoke life it all became clear..............She was god