A thought
I don’t know what would be worse. That you know exactly what you do to me, or that you don’t even realise.
That you’re intentionally trying to turn me on, or it’s just that I want you so badly that I can’t help but react to you this way.
Those little messages that you send, the voice notes, the funny or sweet or lewd photos, the glimpses into your day. Showing that you’re thinking of me as much as I’m thinking of you.
I love when you tell me all the dirty, nasty, filthy things you want to do to me. When you get that almost primal growl in your voice and that steely glint in your eye.
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But there are those times when you just drop it into the conversation, nonchalant, without intonation, almost is if you’re commenting on the weather, and it drives me crazy.
It’s just a statement of fact, this will happen. My body will be used and I will not be the same as I was before.
And then you change the subject, talk about something mundane.
As if you haven’t just shaken my world.
As if I’m not suddenly dripping and ready.
As if I’m not going to watch you, primed and waiting for the moment you will make your move.
Because I know that when you do, I won’t be left wanting.
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