SHE MOANS MY NAME LIKE IT'S A PRAYER 🔞

she was forbidden. a secret hidden in glances, in late-night touches, and in the way her voice trembled whenever she whispered my name. to the world, we were wrong. but in the silence of her room, with our bodies tangled and hearts racing, she moaned my name like it was the only thing she worshipped. this isn't just lust.
this is obsession, sin, and salvation disguised as love.