You already feel so close to Me when you worship. Melting into a thoughtless puddle of submission as your eyes stay glued to My body. Imagine what it would be like, feel like, to just get a little closer. Those thoughts are wrong. you try to shoo them away as quickly as they rush in but sometimes they linger for longer than they should. The imagery is too hard to ignore, My breast, My thighs…you crave to get just so close. I can see it in your eyes when you reach this moment of weakness. When those biological male urges push through for just a moment. Instead of punishing you, I weave those thoughts into your worship. Allowing you to dance on a dangerous line before hitting you hard and fast with complete denial.
