buriedhope
Hip dips are for your lover's hands to grip on while you ride the mortality and sanity out of them. Your hips–their altar. Under you–a god atop its worshipper. Bounded by flesh.
Their hands keeping you grounded from taking off their pelvis while they load off their freshly hot and virilie love and adoration inside you, until you bless them back messily and generously with a squirt of your holy water.
Roaring and chanting your name in tongues.
Praise be to you, oh holy entity.
Blessed be