I use a lot of religious references in this piece. If that is something that creates discomfort within you then this piece is not for you. -Thank you

✨️Altar✨️
My body is an altar for his prayers
I am the goddess he chose.
When he kisses me, passionate and deep,
I feel it bloom down to my toes.
 
A sensual graze of the inner thigh
hallelujah, heat rising through the sky.
A firm bite on my neck,
parting waters, breaking bread.
 
His embrace: stained glass come alive,
fragile, radiant, divine.
Each gasp a sacred offering,
each breath invoking spirit and fire.
 
Inside the chapel, it ends and begins.
Each thrust, each cry a whispered amen.
His prayers are mine, and mine are his-
entwined, eternal, flesh-bound bliss.
 
Warm, feverish, flushed
this sermon, holier than religion.
My body is the altar.
I am the goddess he chose.
Worshipped. Fulfilled.
Church made of skin.

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