Love is religion. It is my religion. I found it on my knees at the meeting of your thighs, coursing through my body until it kissed the tips of my toes. You were god, your body, I crowned my temple. I worshipped as the sun climaxed, in parting your lips, I whispered a prayer against the soft curve of your neck.

In those moments, the world ceased to exist, and there was only the sacred connection between us. Each touch, each breath, was a hymn, a devotion to the divine within you. The reverence I felt was pure, unwavering, a testament to the power you held over me.

I will make you a believer. Get on your knees. Don’t make me wait. My body needs your prayers. In this sanctified space, we find solace and ecstasy, a communion of souls that transcends the mundane. The sanctity of our love is profound, an unyielding force that binds us in an unbreakable embrace.

Together, we elevate, we transcend, we become something greater. This love, this fervent adoration, is our true faith, our eternal sanctuary. In each other’s arms, we discover the boundless possibilities of our union, and with every whispered prayer, we reaffirm our devotion, our unending belief in the power of love. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer