People say it's just sex, but who the fuck wants just sex. I want all the before. All the words. The unraveling of my desires, meticulously noted. Strummed through with care. I want the gentleman and the gentleness. I want the secrets and the little I thought of you. I want someone to break me down slowly. Break me apart from the inside out. Starting with my mind and heart and when they finally get to my body, they know what to do with it. They aren't a stranger. They aren't foreign. I'm familiar and soft and wild in their hands. There's nothing taboo between us because everything about us has been spilled. Shared. They can read my eyes, hear my moans and whimpers, and know the words they equate to. They've memorized me. They've craved me. They've wanted and waited. When we finally strip down behind closed doors, it's way more than just sex. It's salvation.