Before me stands a host of angels
And I, knelt before them, ask for grace
One approaches, I dare not look
But he grabs my chin and lifts my face
Dressed in Glory, Seraphs, naked
Throbbing cocks like spears in hand
It is a sacred duty they demand
To be Heaven’s chosen cunt
One by one; They take me all
With every thrust I beg for more
I wish it’d last forever
I want to be a whore
The vision fades; my eyes clear
She lifts her face from between my legs
Oh I know you do my dear
She grabs my hair; it’s my turn