the erotic is always honest

we play a game to remember

you love it don’t you?

does he ask to confirm his desire or mine?

whatever the case he’s correct. i love it. the ache. the space. the erotic synapse.

i love the way it taunts me, close but not quite. breath landing on skin from inches away.

he wants me to come.

i want to stay right. here. deep in this field of energy. edging into the fullness of the moment.

you can’t break me.