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It’s been a long time since I came around. It’s been along time but I’m back in town

Praise and Worship

Baby your voice as cold as the rainy days make me want to smile. My eyes glued onto you as I sing my praise raising my hands for a complete surrender. Standing there preaching about His’ words with such pleasing accent that grabs just the right attention. Looking so relaxed and comfortable in front of your band. Baby, you like the attention don’t you?

Strapped up in his plain black tee and skinny jeans, simplicity almost kills. As he put up his hands raising them for the song’s chorus, I fixed my eyes from his face ever full of expression to the peeking abs, as white as alabaster, sculpted to perfection.

You’re a sexy preacher father. Forgive me for I have sinned.