Let me worship you in ways I knew how, I’ll kneel before you — flesh to vow. No rosary beads, no holy creed, Only the heat of your breath I need.
I’ll trace devotion along your skin,
Each sigh a hymn, each gasp a sin.
No choir sings — just the sound we make,
The hush, the tremble, the holy quake.
Your body, my altar; your pulse, my prayer,
My hands confess what words can’t dare.
I’ll drink your sighs like sacred wine,
And lose myself where you align.
No heaven calls me higher than this,
Your skin, your scent — my promised bliss.
In every shiver, in every moan,
I find my faith, my sacred home.
So let me worship, fierce and true,
Let my devotion burn through you.
No prayer, no plea, no soul’s disguise —
Only worship, beneath your sighs.
~ Poet Rae
Each sigh a hymn, each gasp a sin.
No choir sings — just the sound we make,
The hush, the tremble, the holy quake.
Your body, my altar; your pulse, my prayer,
My hands confess what words can’t dare.
I’ll drink your sighs like sacred wine,
And lose myself where you align.
No heaven calls me higher than this,
Your skin, your scent — my promised bliss.
In every shiver, in every moan,
I find my faith, my sacred home.
So let me worship, fierce and true,
Let my devotion burn through you.
No prayer, no plea, no soul’s disguise —
Only worship, beneath your sighs.
~ Poet Rae
