The air tonight is heavy with the scent of rain and decay. I watched the last of the evening light bleed out over the rooftops, and all I could think about was the weight of a body against mine in the dark. Not just any body. Yours. The way your breathing hitches when my teeth find the soft skin of your throat, a silent confession of surrender. I want to peel back every layer until there's nothing between us but sweat and truth. I want to feel your cock throb inside me, a frantic pulse against my own heartbeat, until we're both so wrecked we forget where one ends and the other begins. To be consumed by you, to have you buried so deep in my cunt that the memory of being separate becomes a ghost. That's the only prayer I know anymore. A sacred, filthy communion where possession is the only proof of love.