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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: Sensual Liturgy

  • XIII Psalms for the Goddess in My Mouth — Dark Erotic Poetry by HxNightshade

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    XIII Psalms for the Goddess in My Mouth is a devotional liturgy of flesh and shadow, where sacred worship entwines with erotic surrender. Each psalm is a breath, a bruise, a prayer inked in longing and fire—a testament to the divine power of desire as both sanctification and rebellion. This work invites you to kneel at the altar of the body’s mysteries and to celebrate the sacred ache that lives within intimacy’s shadows. May these psalms kindle your own fierce devotion and awaken the goddess within.

    A gothic altar scene with a figure in black silk, candlelight casting shadows, smoke curling, and faint glowing bruises on skin — evoking sacred sensuality and shadowed devotion.
    Where breath becomes prayer and desire is consecrated in shadow and flame.

    Invocation

    Come to me, O Beloved,
    robed in shadow, crowned in flame.
    Let the candles bow before your beauty,
    let the air grow thick with the incense of your skin.
    I offer my body as scripture,
    my mouth as the temple gates.
    Every breath I draw will be a hymn,
    every ache a confession,
    every surrender a prayer
    laid trembling at your feet—
    inked in bruise, sealed in blood.

    XIII Psalms for the Goddess in My Mouth
    Poetry by HxNightshade

    Close-up of parted lips in soft light, silver glow around them, breath caught mid-air.
    Where breath becomes prayer, hunger writes the liturgy.

    Psalm I
    Opening the Mouth of Prayer

    Your breath brushes my lips,
    and I forget how to pray —
    only how to open,
    how to hunger.

    Figure kneeling before a glowing altar, tongue touching an ancient stone surface, veins faintly lit.
    I kneel, and the stone remembers my tongue.

    Psalm II
    At the Altar of Your Body

    I kneel,
    tongue pressed to your altar,
    tasting the psalm
    that spills and stains.

    Hand lifting ornate chalice of shimmering liquid, candlelight reflecting in deep red velvet shadows.
    Every drop I drink turns the gospel to sin.

    Psalm III
    The Communion Cup

    Your fingers tilt my chin up
    like a priest offering wine,
    and I drink —
    every drop a blasphemy.

    Molten wax dripping on pale skin, steam rising, amber and crimson light surrounding.
    The fire names me yours.

    Psalm IV
    Baptism in Flame

    Melted wax baptizes my skin,
    slow rivers of heat
    naming me yours —
    branding me holy.

    Throat illuminated by silver moonlight, faint stars visible beneath translucent skin, glowing orb swallowed.
    The moon descends, and night swallows me whole.

    Psalm V
    Moon in My Throat

    I take you into my mouth
    as though swallowing the moon,
    my throat silver-lit
    and trembling,
    swallowed by night.

    Hands wrapped in flowing black silk ribbons, loose enough for movement, against dark background.
    Silk remembers what freedom forgets.

    Psalm VI
    Bound in Silk

    Silk coils around my wrists —
    not to bind,
    but to remind me
    I will never be free.

    Crimson fabric parted to reveal pale shadowed thighs, light spilling softly through.
    Prophecy waits between parted seas.

    Psalm VII
    The Parting of Thighs

    Your thighs part like the Red Sea,
    and I am the prophet
    who knows salvation
    is sweet,
    and demands blood.

    Curling smoke in dim candlelight, blurred figure following the trail in shadows.
    I follow the gospel of your scent.

    Psalm VIII
    Incense in the Dark

    Blindfolded,
    I follow the liturgy of your scent,
    the incense of your skin
    pulling me home
    through shadow’s mouth.

    Bruised shoulder glowing faint purple, marked like a sigil in violet-blue shadows.
    Bless me until I bruise.

    Psalm IX
    The Bruised Benediction

    I bite until you mark me,
    bruise blooming like stigmata —
    purple proof I am blessed
    and broken.

    Mouth exhaling visible breath in darkness, shaped like whispered words in the cold air.
    Your breath is the scripture I choke on.

    Psalm X
    The Gospel in Your Breath

    Your voice is the gospel
    I choke on,
    each gasp a hallelujah
    thick with sin.

    Torso in candlelight, ribs crowned with faint golden halos.
    Your ribs are altars; my mouth, the pilgrim.

    Psalm XI
    Halos on Your Ribs

    Candlelight dances on your ribs,
    casting halos where my lips
    will worship next —
    and leave teeth marks.

    Two hands pulling each other close in smoky light, faint spiral surrounding them.
    Eternity is the space between your pull and my surrender.

    Psalm XII
    Eternity Between Us

    Your hands in my hair,
    pulling me deeper,
    and I understand the meaning
    of eternity —
    to never breathe again.

    Kneeling figure on stone steps, tongue extended, skin glowing from within, smoke curling upward.
    I end where I began—still burning, still yours.

    Psalm XIII
    The Prayer That Burns

    I end where I began —
    on my knees,
    tongue still praying,
    body still burning,
    mouth still yours.

    Benediction

    Goddess of my mouth,
    keeper of every trembling vow—
    I leave this altar marked,
    my skin anointed in wax and bruise,
    my throat still sweet with your name,
    my lungs still full of your shadow.
    Carry my devotion into your dreams,
    let it curl like smoke around your sleep.
    When you wake,
    know that somewhere,
    I am still kneeling,
    still praying,
    still burning,
    still yours.

    🔥 Read Next: Choose Your Next Act of Devotion

    Path I — The Sanctuary of Shadows
    [The Gospel According to the Girl with the Graveyard Dress]
    [The Hopeless Romantic Wears Armor]

    Path II — Flesh as Scripture
    [Litany & Tongue: A Devotional Duet]
    [Hymn & Heresy: I Am Sin, I Am Yours]

    Path III — The Eternal Vow
    [Always With You]
    [You’re Not Alone]

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