I've heard it called sinful, criminal, an act of decadence. But when your lips sear my flesh, those are the last words to come to my mind. This is not immoral; this is reverent. I could sink into your hands and bask in our shared heat for days upon days. I hope the heavens look down and see- for I'll teach the angels how to worship.
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