I kissed you like that. Green and hopeful. How I kissed you. I don't know if you're good for me but I can't stop thinking.
It's hard to sleep in bed with you, right now. It's hard to sleep. Comfort is a gradual growth. It's a cancer in a delicate balance.
You spread me open wide, I sprawl apart like a spreading weed. Green shoots. Meat thighs and wet lips. Your tongue and teeth are on me. There's a lot of sex and the fit is good. Both physical and head. Both physical. You drive into me and we cover each other up.
Comfort grows gradually. You stroke my face. Tease me. Smile at me. Ping my strings, like school yard stuff.
You run your fingers over my lips, push then into my mouth, rub yourself against me. Wind your body around me. Entangle. I give in and I crumble into earth. Into the earth. Every time. I give in. I adore you right now.
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