my (sexual) saviour

I'm not sure how it started, but I have this fantasy about my long-term boyfriend being Jesus...I imagine him finding me in an oasis after walking for days in the desert, wearing nothing more than a loincloth, and desperately thirsty. I'm not religious but I think it's because I love him so completely, that he seems almost magical, that, and the idea of someone so good and pure, desiring me that much, even worshipping me back. It starts slow, after washing my feet, he kisses them and continues upwards...