I Worship Where You Leave Marks. 🖤👄

I don’t need altars—I have your fingerprints on my hips, your teeth on my throat, your name blooming in purple constellations across my skin. 🖤👄
Every mark you leave is a scripture I memorize, a silent sermon written in heat and hunger. I trace them like relics when you’re gone—reverent, aching, grateful. You don’t just touch me… you claim me, and I bow not in shame, but in devotion. Because in a world that demands I cover up, hide, and behave—your marks are my rebellion, my proof, my prayer. 🔥 And when I catch my reflection—flushed, bruised, glowing—I don’t see damage. I see worship. Yours. Mine. Ours. So mark me again. Deeper. Darker. Let the world wonder what I’m hiding… while I carry your holiest sin like a crown. 😏

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