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 bruises only I can see. 🖤👄
Every mark you leave isn’t just proof you were here… it’s proof I belonged to you in that moment—completely, recklessly, reverently. I trace them like scripture after you’re gone, pressing my fingers to the places your hunger branded me, whispering thanks like a prayer. 🔥 You don’t just touch me—you consecrate me. And in the quiet aftermath, when the world is still and my skin hums with your ghost, I worship not in words… but in the sacred ache you left behind. Because your marks aren’t scars—they’re signatures. And I wear them like blessings. 😏

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