My Religion

Your body is the temple in which I kneel in front of every Sunday. Your touch is my religion in which I know every scripture. Your words pierce my heart with such force, it's like I'm witnessing a resurrection. You are my god who I bow to for mercy.


You and I

The nights of raw moments shared between the sheets will forever live in my memory. Made for our eyes and shared hearts, the details will never leave my lips; by lock and key they're sealed. The uncensored exchange of words, whether lightweight or heavy hearted, will never be released from the depths of my brain. … Continue reading You and I