I am a passionate 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 that your voice alone brings. Tell me how deserving I am.
I surrender to passionate lovers. When I get to be adored, my feet their alter, they offer their gratitude. 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 Photo; by Jenai Chin
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