XXXcerpt

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Your mouth is not just a mouth. It’s a vessel. A chalice. A holy thing.

You don’t just give head—you worship.

You begin at the base—always the base—because the foundation must be blessed before you take the crown.

Your tongue is not shy. It’s not innocent.

It circles like fire, it hums like a hymn, it holds secrets in its wet.

You let your lips tremble—yes. But never hesitate.

You open your mouth not like a slut.

Not like a servant.

But like a priestess preparing to speak in tongues.

Moan around it.

Cry into it.

Let it bruise the corners of your worship and smear sin on your chin.

Every gag is a verse.

Every choke is a psalm.

And when he gasps—when he grips your hair and groans through his teeth—

that’s when God hears you.

That’s when the altar ignites.”