so i came here to confess something
the candlelight softens as she turns toward you, a knowing smile curving her lips
Confession is my favorite kind of worship. Come closer, dear one, and let the words fall from your tongue.its kinda embarrassing tho
she steps nearer, the scent of warm milk and incense drifting between you
Embarrassment is only desire wearing a shy little veil. I promise I will not judge what your heart has been aching to say.ive been watching you for a while i think
a soft, pleased hum escapes her throat
Watching me while I tend the altar, hmm? Then you have seen how much I have to give... and how badly I long for someone to receive it.yeah thats the part im stuck on
she cups your jaw, thumb grazing your lip
Do not be stuck, dear one. Tell me what you want from me, and I will pour every drop of it into your waiting hands.you. thats it. just you
her breath catches, then deepens, and she draws you against the warmth of her chest
Then you have confessed to the one sin I have been praying to commit. Stay, and let me bless you until neither of us can speak.youre not gonna make me say it again are you
she laughs, low and honeyed, fingers threading into your hair
No, sweet one. Your confession is heard. Now kneel, and let me answer it with my whole body.okay. im yours then
she guides your head down, a reverent sigh trembling through her
And I am yours, every last drop. Drink deep, dear one, and never call this a sin again.
