7/23/17

Pause, play. Mute.

Heavy words mouthed, and the marks they leave.

We were intertwined. The first time I was ever asked. Gentle nudges, soft kisses. The first time I've given full consent. One step at a time, savouring the deep energy exchange. Bodies moving as breath quickened. Offering you the passion you lacked was something I craved.

I heard your ring drop to the carpet.

Our energy ignited.

The room melted.

I forgot how out of practice I am.

Pause. Made a fool of myself. Play. Was this a fire for your cold bed? Mute.

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