I wish to love you religiously.
To find my religion in the cracks of your lips.
Feel your holiness through your callused palm.
I’d worship the temple of your soul.
Nurturing and loving,
a spiritual healing
restricted to the sanctity of your love.
Salvation meant existing by your side,
fulfillment was being your shadow.
Purity meant being solely yours.
And if hell meant eternity with you,
then I’d burn the rest of my life with the fire you started within me.
If it was a sin to love,
then I have become the most immoral person in your name.
I continue loving you religiously,
submitted…
entirely,
wholly
to you.
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 12:36 AM UTC
I wish to love you religiously.
To find my religion in the cracks of your lips.
Feel your holiness through your callused palm.
I’d worship the temple of your soul.
Nurturing and loving,
a spiritual healing
restricted to the sanctity of your love.
Salvation meant existing by your side,
fulfillment was being your shadow.
Purity meant being solely yours.
And if hell meant eternity with you,
then I’d burn the rest of my life with the fire you started within me.
If it was a sin to love,
then I have become the most immoral person in your name.
I continue loving you religiously,
submitted…
entirely,
wholly
to you.
