Sex & Worship
I’ve never been very religious, but if fucking you was a religion and your body was a temple, I’d worship endlessly. Your body is my testimony, your moans are my gospel. You make me a believer.
I wonder if you are fully aware of the power that resides in you. I don’t think you are, or maybe you’re not tyrannical in your nature. Sometimes I wish that you were, because I’d do anything to please you with no hesitation. There’s a fire within me that burns to fulfill your every desire. Because when I’m with you, I am completely in heaven.
Opening your legs is what I imagine opening the gates would be like, which is paradoxical because this is so sinful. Paradoxical because I want to choke you while you tell me how much you love me, I want to hold you down even though you’re telling me to stop. You only ever tell me to stop when you can’t take it. I know that I make that pussy feel so good and you can’t fake that shit.
If you’re an angel, that makes me the devil. Explains why you’re so tempted and intrigued. Simply put, you’re mine. Since the first time, it’s as if we’ve been etched into each other. Like a drug addict who doesn’t want any help, permanently addicted. I’ll give it to you however you like, whenever you like, for as long as you like. Forever, your wish is my command.
