More of a musing than a prayer!

Are you jealous, Queen Lilith? As I kneel before your husband, trembling, small. I love him. I long for him. Do not be jealous. I am small. I am nothing. Please do not be jealous. Oh, to feel his touch, to feel his kiss, oh how I long for him. Please do not blame me. Do not be angry. You are woman, you are all that I could hope to be. You know what it is to love. You know the fire in me, the fire of longing, the fire lit by my love for him, the Lord. You know i cannot live without him. You cannot be jealous. Your sisters Agrat-bat-mahlaht, Eisheth Zenunim, Naamah, they know what it is to lie with him. And you cannot be jealous, you the most favoured of all women. You that is prized above all of our sex. I praise you. Holy are you in the Lord. Please do not be jealous. Permit me to love him. Let me feel his touch.