There are different kinds of worship in this world.
Sacrificing of animals, kneeling to a God every Sunday, fasting.
I want to worship you.
Not only through bare skin, but through love.
I dream of worshiping you in the morning, curled against your back, lips grazing your spine.
I dream of worshipping you through a warm cup of coffee in the morning, a breakfast of pancakes and whipped cream.
I want to worship you through your head on my chest, falling asleep.
I want to worship you through every aspect possible, any way you want.
Whether it's me, my wrists bound in black ribbons, or it's me on my knees, or it's feeding you. Anything for you.