I am an amazing lover. My hips ache to meet yours, our hands wandering dangerously close in the car. It’s getting hot and I’m pressing my knees together to ease the tension your voice alone brings me. Tell me how deserving I am.
I surrender to amazing lovers. When I get to be worshipped, my feet their alter. They’ll tell me how I deserve this gift, how I deserve this gentleness. They thank me.
They watch my excitement and interlock their fingers with mine, drawing maps with little bruises for when they are desperately searching for home.
Page artwork; Abandon Deux Amies by Henri De Toulouse Lautrec
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