you love it don’t you? teasing. dancing. grinding.
does he ask to confirm his desire or mine?
whatever the case he’s correct. i love it. the ache. the space between. 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.
no man has ever been able to. not really.
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