Holy Crotchpocket Spasms

So you’ve had a bad day
Thrown the towel into a chasm
You’ve given up all hope
Drenched faith in ectoplasm
But with the push of this button
I’ll rid it all in fleeting spasms
Don’t thank me, thank God
You just had an orgasm

Everyone around the world
Falling into to despair
Never fret, stand erect
It’s time to raise some hairs
On everyone that has them
Fall to your knees, and praise (Oh, God!)
From holy crotch pocket spasms

Now your bad day is gone and lost
Thrown out with the salad that he tossed
Drowned out by the scent of milk and honey
Relieved by the spontaneous cumming
Now take a minute, begin to breathe
Then set out to make something
Out of someone else like our good lord
Make them sweat like the doctor ordered
* * *

Wouldn’t it be grand if this were the case?
If when everything blew up in your face
God sent a command into your space
And made you cum all over the place?
If the stink actually smelled of milk and honey
I think we could look forward to a second cumming.