I Confess to Your Hands. 🙇‍♀️🔥

I don’t go to church—I go to you. 🙇‍♀️🔥
My confessions aren’t whispered to priests… they’re spilled in shivers beneath your palms. Every secret I’ve buried, every sin I’ve savored, every trembling truth I’ve locked away—your hands pull them out of me like they were always meant to hold them. You don’t judge. You absolve—with a grip that steadies my chaos, fingers that map my guilt like sacred ground, and a touch so fierce it feels like forgiveness made flesh. 💋🖤 When the world demands perfection, you let me be ruined… and somehow, in your grasp, I feel holy. So I kneel—not in shame, but surrender—offering every flaw, every fever, every forbidden want… because your hands don’t just hear me.
They heal me.
And I’d confess a thousand sins… just to feel them on me again. 😏

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