Dripping down my spine, the heat consumes me – arouses me. Insights me. In the midst of it all I’m just like write deeper, go deeper. No more sex. Talk about your homelessness,  your depression, life’s oppression! Not your obsession with sex. But it soothes me – oh how it soothes me. Sex relaxes my body in entirety. It gives me the freedom that I lack in my life. In sex I control the twists,
the turns,
the moans,
the groans.
Touch here,
kiss there.
Love me for the moment.
Tell me that I own it.
The waxing intensity allowing me a new life even if it’s only for one night.


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