People say it's just sex, but who the fuck wants just sex? I want all the prep—the words, the unraveling of my desires, carefully noted. Strummed through with tenderness. I want the gentleman and the gentleness. I want secrets and the little thoughts I have of you. I want someone to break me down slowly, to tear me apart from the inside out. Starting with my mind and heart, and when they finally reach my body, they know exactly what to do. They're not strangers; they're not foreign. I'm familiar, soft, and wild in their hands. There's nothing taboo between us because everything about us has been spilled and shared. They can read my eyes, hear my moans and whimpers, and understand the words behind them. They've memorized me. They've craved me. They've wanted me and waited. When we finally shed our clothes behind closed doors, it's so much more than just sex—it's salvation.