What are you craving at this moment?

Everyone to leave the house so I can just chill.
Also my garage door fixed.. cuz that shit is annoying.
And a blowjob..
 
His mouth would find yours the way dusk finds a room
softly,
without asking permission,
just light changing.

There’s a pause first.
Breath.
That almost-smile where you both know what’s about to happen
and don’t rush it.

The kiss is gentle, but sure.
Warm.
Like he’s saying I’m here without using words.
Like you’re answering I know.

Your hand curls into his shirt without thinking.
His thumb rests at your jaw, steady.
Everything else goes quiet.

When you pull back, it’s slow.
Reluctant in the sweetest way.
And the air between you feels charged,
not with urgency,
but with belonging.

The kind of kiss you replay later
not because it was dramatic,
but because it was true.
 
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