This is where I find religion. Under dim, spinning lights. In surrender to the beat. Sweat dripping, flicking, from whipping hair-tips. Hips grinding, winding, asking any who dare to watch if they really thought I would sit quietly. I weave my prayers through the music, given over to the gods. Supplication, revelation, sacrifice. Communion. MyContinue reading “Communion”
Honest reflections of a kinky witch.
Twisted Ms Quin 