Jago
“Jenny, smiling, tugged at the laces of Hazel’s robe, and the garment came apart at the front. Kate opened the folds, baring Hazel’s body. His touch had warmed her, so she didn’t feel cold. She knew the whole congregation was watching, but she didn’t feel embarrassed.
The altar wasn’t uncomfortable, although the eagle’s wings scratched a little. The handmaidens still supported her weight, keeping her on a sort of seat. The fine hair on her legs and arms stood up. She could see the beams of the chapel ceiling, vines twining ivylike around them. Bunches of grapes hung from the vines, swelling by the moment, dropping juice like rain.
‘…for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night…’ Hazel felt the Love entwining her.
Beloved, face angelic, unfastened His raiment and stepped out of it, moving forward, pressing His body to Hazel’s, easing her legs apart, guiding His penis.
For an instant, she was disappointed. So that was all there was to the Great Manifestation.
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