You fill me like the earth when it rained. Being with you feels like slipping out of reality, like an escape I plan all day and savor in silence. I look forward to it like a secret, like a teenager lying to her mom, sneaking out for something she knows is wrong but craves anyway.

Every moment is delicious, like the last slice of my favorite pie, the one I eat slowly and selfishly. Your kiss feels like water in the middle of the night, when my mouth is so dry and everything in me is thirsty, and my body doesn’t care about grace, only relief.

When you take your clothes off, I see your soul, and I lose my mind. When your mouth finds my tits, I feel closer to you. Closer in a way that confuses me… Like holding a child I was meant to love, to shield, to give every part of me to without question. Fierce. Protective. Intimate in a way I can’t explain, only feel.


Exchanging body fluids doesn’t feel foreign. It feels familiar. Like it belongs there. Like I was made to receive you. And I’m dying to. 

You come undone between my legs, and I open like something wild, unashamed, animal, honest. I don’t fake softness with you. I give you the hunger. The need. The full thing. You press into me and I don’t just feel it, I absorb it. My body remembers you before my mind does, like it’s been waiting for this ache, this beautiful wreckage, this sacred mess.

And when it’s over, I still want more. Not for this feverish ritual merging, but for the part of you that only shows up in the dark. The part that wants me without words.