pinot noir, cat calls, howl. Night owl, waking with cum caked onto your mouth’s corner before day breaks. sworn to be the better person, no wrapping paper required, no frills, no bells and whistles for unconventionally unconventional relationships. Slippery fingers, sloppy seconds around three PM. Staring at a cursor, licking blinks of desperation, reach out. Pull out.
Towel dry , comfortable. Cozy , squeaky clean, pondering.
“I know you’ll never love, so I’ll continue fucking”
Is public display such a bad thing when everyone believes they’re not worth the wait?
He is, she is, they’ll say. A story in six words, a fuck in two minutes, a bond in a look.
Adore in a day.
Life versus Truth
Me versus You,
Your face.
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