July 31, 2025
as if i needed permission (a stab at poetry)

Scattered thoughts forced to a hush. 

Hips move back and forth, continuously. 

Coaxing in penetration. 

I can do this, right? 

Increased vibration. 

Eyes closed. 

In total control. 

Tight thrusts. 

Heavy swiveling. 

Ankles crossed. 

Grand finale approaching. 

Sharp clenches until I exhaust my grip. 

RELEASE! 

See? I can survive without you.