She hummed and moaned in pleasure,
While worship songs rang inside the church.
“Shhh. Don’t shout” he cautioned,
Lifting her skirt to grant himself access.
“Brother Dare!” his name flew from her lips
As hot moisture pooled between her legs.
Lust intensified as the singing grew louder,
While she bit her lips to muffle escaping sounds.
“Oya turn, sharp sharp. We don’t have time”
And as she obeyed, he dove into her depths.
Worship reached its peak, as did they,
Marking the end of this week’s fellowship.