angels with filthy soul

i have knelt through endless nights, praying for someone i could barely name. throat raw, fingers entwined, every whispered plea a call for sin. i asked for an angel, for light, for purity... and the heavens sent a sinner who mocked all that was sacred and tore the veils from my devotion with the heat of his own body.

you were no angel; you were sin incarnate,

a living sacrilege that moved and pulled me with a magnetism no prayer could hold. i felt you before i touched you, warm in my hands, trembling like forbidden water. i held you like a handful of holy water, each heartbeat pressed against mine a dangerous blessing.

my lips worshipped your neck—sucking, biting, moaning prayers twisted with devotion. i wrapped my hands around your dick, feeling it throbbed.

tasting you and drinking your heat like a sacrament. your moans became hymns, your cum a benediction staining in the purest white my hands.

i pressed my body to yours, thrusting with the desperation of a heretic. every grab a secret liturgy, every shiver a blasphemy. fingers and lips traced the forbidden, exploring the curse of you, tasting sin and venom in every curve.

in your fire i found my truth. the purest prayers burn between lust and worship. i crave you like a fallen god, obsessed with touching, tasting, claiming every inch of your body. warm in my hands, pressed to me like sacred water. bound to you, i kneel forever, worshipping the heat beauty of your rotten flesh, lost in the sacrament of your body and consumed by this blasphemous, sacred ecstasy.