6 months ago. Sunday, July 6, 2025 at 5:43 AM
An image of his face between my thighs.
Words flowing from my lips.
Never spoken aloud.
He brings forth these elements.
No rhyme or reason.
Poetry that lays dormant.
Hidden behind a thousand veils of modesty.
The urge to be truly seen.
A sense. A willingness. A desire.
A… need.
My unravelling at his hands.
Stirring something ancient.
The urge to pour secrets before him.
Permission the key.
Persuasion beyond words.
To no longer hide.
To bare all.
And let him sift through the pieces.