A young maiden was I
Groomed for my king
For the day He came to possess my entirety
Ate fruits high in vitamins
My spirit had to be fit for my king
It had to match His purity
He could not be repulsed by me or my spirit
Drank of the milk
the millk He prescribed for His bride
*chuckles
Milk glazed with honey
Which gives strength to the bones of its drinker
Milk so sweet
Drank of the water, the water!
Water that replenishes
It gives life.
A lot of exercises to burn the excesses
I just had to be fit for my king
I became United with Him😊
Then the climax of our union
I called Him the names He likes to be called
Worshipped the ground He walked on
Worshipped Him,
African woman style.
Waiting for Him to come into me
To ravage the rest of whatever needed to go out of my body
Wanted bad for Him to possess my entirety
In my room, He took me
Filled me till I started to pour
Never felt so much satisfaction
His touch, feel and in-filling
The core of my belly erupted
Into a rush of a flowing river.
It was evident, I burst out in tongues.
Tongues only Him could understand
I can bet
This must have stimulated Him
’cause He kept going on and on
The flow didn’t stop neither
It had such an exhilarating effect
Like all my dirt daunted past was being replaced with a new life
With a new glow
I became pregnant
His seed was sown
I became pregnant with this new life
With so much greatness
He still meets with me often
A faithful King He is, the Holy Ghost
Each meet makes the carriage a lot easier
His in-filling gives me new strength
New strength to please Him and birth His.