I don’t want sex, I want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.
Oh my, I’m not sure exactly how to respond to this.
Firstly I don’t know how you’ve managed to peer inside my mind but I’m going to be painting a self-portrait for Painting II and was already planning on myself crying in that image because recently I feel that’s all I’ve been reduced to. I am my crying.
Secondly thank you, for believing that I will eventually find happiness.