You donāt forgive me with wordsāyou kiss me like Iām worth saving. šš In a world that demands penance, you offer me paradise: soft lips, slow breath, and a tenderness that erases every mistake Iāve ever made. Your mouth isnāt just pleasureāitās pardon. Every brush of your tongue feels like absolution. Every sigh you steal from me? A sin lifted. š„ I come to you ragged, restless, ruinedā¦ and you heal me without speaking a single sermonājust skin on skin, breath on breath, grace poured straight from your lips into my hungry soul. They say mercy is gentleābut yours? Itās fierce. Itās fevered. It leaves me trembling, tearful, and whole. So keep kissing me like Iām yours to redeemā¦ because in your mouth, Iāve found the only heaven Iāll ever need. š
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