my brain is a slow clap
thunder easy bold slaps
for when you feel nothing
for when you feel it all
say please this begging
sexts to self:
-stroke me-
the penetration of your words
the day you realized this felt good
the different things that could make you feel it
the night you realized this could fix food
you said you would rather feel that pain in bed
the courage to slouch on your chair and not be worried of what was there
and when i say i love my thighs the most he looks at the scars.
does he know i love them because they’ve got the most?