I miss the weight of him.
i miss how he’d annoy me so sex would have just a dash of anger to it.
high different ways on the same substance.
a medley of music and photos lends to the cacophony that begins.
I am panting anticipation dripping out of me as quickly as he enters.
Depth surrounds us.
The edges of me begin to blur into him.
ecstasy is lingering and palpable.
His heat liquefies all my worries.
I am left to smolder as we cool.
He doesn’t know how quickly I’d prefer to be consumed.