AI art by me. “At the Gray Man statue”

Behold the sensuous supplicant, she worships on her knees,

Her busy mouth makes sure her prayer will find a way to please,

Her wicked and yet wonderful God who rules her needs.

With head bowed, she works so hard to prove her love is true,

Her languid, lingual litany to give Him what is is due,

That He will bless her with His touch, remaking her anew.

For with His words, His remonstrance, He always does unmake,

The very fabric of her soul, exposing each mistake,

Each tear He wrings from out her eyes is fragile as a flake.

And with these tears, her fears, her needs, He refines her as steel,

Along the way, she knows that she will beg, and moan, and squeal,

Then with each session, with each scene, a brand new Her congeals.

Behold the sated supplicant, for she has now been blessed,

His touch, His love, His special care releases her to rest,

And in her throbbing, passioned heart, she knows that she is Best.

Master Jon Grey 6/18/25