Her mouth is a cathedral.
You go there to confess your sins
and have them forgiven.
Her thighs are the altar
where you worship her.
Her hips are holy.
When you touch them
you feel cleansed
and full of fire, simultaneously.
She is a goddess.
She is terrifying.
With hands like silk and sandpaper.
She is the place you go to sin.
She is the place you go to repent.
Someone should have told you
not to love this way.
You cannot love people like they
don’t make their own mistakes.
Some people do not want to be worshipped.
Some people do not want to
Some people do not want
to be the place you go to find God.