I, the Satyr Father, call on my brother present at this altar to Priapus to acknowledge his senses:

Sight – Now that we both are stripped and robed, admire our bodies; appreciate the male form presented to you
Sound – listen to each other’s hearts; be calm and quiet, listen to the pulse of your fellow c*** worshiper
Touch – slowly touch each other; there’s no script. Let your eyes guide your fingers and touch what you want to touch
Smell – as you touch your brother’s body, focus on those regions rich in pheromones; touch his armpits, his groin, and if agreeable his taint and crack; smell his body and smell your fingers
Move in closely and bury your nose and breathe in his musk. Work to grind his scent into your face
Taste – Then taste him; touch his body with your tongue and lips

WORSHIP THE HOLY JISM