Pleasure is my religion
I no longer hide from myself
Every touch, a confession
A prayer made of skin
Take off my clothes, caress my skin
Desire running under
Can't get enough of how it feels
A secret lies between my thighs
I moan like rolling thunder
I ride the river till I'm healed
Warm, wet, short of breath
Lean back, I'm dripping sweat
Lips, spit
Pull the trig
Got a weapon and I'm using it
I'm touching on myself
The rush
So feminine
The flower is alive (sex yourself)
Whispering again, again
So feminine
My power is divine (sex yourself)
The waves come crashing in
A quiet peace is taking over
And I connect to something higher (something higher, something real)
I open wide to what's above
And I just let it enter
I found my center, I'm aligned
Warm, wet, short of breath
Lean back, I'm dripping sweat
Lips, spit
Pull the trig
Got a weapon and I'm using it
I'm touching on myself
The rush
So feminine
The flower is alive (sex yourself)
Whispering again, again
So feminine
My power is divine (sex yourself)
I'm touching on myself
The rush
So feminine
The flower is alive (sex yourself)
Whispering again, again
So feminine
My power is divine (sex yourself)
