Sitting in crowded bars amongst friends. Hands intertwined with each other. You reach into my sleeve and twist my skin until it burns. I maintain your gaze. You slide you hand underneath my jacket and pinch the soft flesh of my waist, through my thin chiffon shirt.
Just because you can. Just because I'll let you.
You push your body into mine and I can feel how hard you are. You dig your nails into the back of my neck. You push your knee between my thighs, whilst we sit on tall bar stools. It makes me seep.
You blow cigarette smoke in to my face. You curse to me, under your breath. You pull threads out of my heart - make fun of of my feelings for you. I threaten to take them away. You slide you thumb into my mouth and I suck on it like a babe. You berate and compliment me in equal measure. But I am sure of how you feel. I know exactly what you want.
Anticipation of pleasure is pleasure itself.
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