holy erotic tee

this isn’t just a shirt. it’s a spell.
a dare.
a love story.
a neon sign flashing
“touch everything like it’s sacred,
because it is.”

it’s wearing your longing
on your back like wings.
it’s proof that the erotic
was never just about sex—
but about the way
your breath catches
when the wind lifts your hair,
the way your fingers
graze the spines
of books
you’ll never read,
the way you let silence
undress you without shame.

the front? a declaration:
“hopeless romantic? no.”
because you aren’t hopeless.
you are reckless with devotion,
a fire hazard in a world too afraid to burn.
you know love isn’t a candle—
it’s a house fire.
and you?
you are barefoot
in the doorway, laughing,
knowing you were built to feel
everything at once.

the back?
“holy erotic.”
because life isn’t a fling.
it’s a commitment.
to tasting everything.
to pressing your lips
to the mundane
until it moans.
to letting the sacred
and the sensual blur
until prayer
feels like the way
your name sounds
in someone else’s mouth.

this shirt is for the ones
who see god
in a stranger’s gaze,
who believe the moon
is flirting with the tide,
who let themselves be moved—
because why else were we given skin
if not to tremble when the universe
gets too close?

wear it like a vow.
wear it like a confession.
wear it like you’re about to make out with god.

and if you wear it on a first date,
don’t blame me if they fall in love
before the appetizers arrive.