you remind me of an animation... or maybe a better term would be an animotion, because you seem so irresistibly alive when in motion. or at least that's the effect it has on me. you move your body in a way that makes me wish you would step in my direction.
if my heart could submit a resume, i know i’d have a shot.
your words taste like sugar and i don’t care if they rot my teeth, i’ll find a way to grow them new. drown in 2% for the tiniest taste of flesh, strengthen my bones for a gymnastics class with you. a rough scratch down my back, a bite of my lower lip with your teeth. a fierce trail across my hips, the primal symphony within me erupts.
if my lust could submit a resume, we would fall for the ways we creak and moan.
