i'm on my back.
this is my favorite place to be.
beneath you. feeling you slide in effortlessly. your broad shoulders holding yourself up.
maybe that's vanilla. maybe that's hot. but i don't care. and neither do you.
i feel safe. secure. loved.
i float.
my eyes closed.
but then my eyes are open.
and you are no longer there.
but the feeling of safety and security do not change. they do not leave me.
i am still safe and secure.
for you were only helping me find those things within myself.
you were never actually there.
-self-realization
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC
i'm on my back.
this is my favorite place to be.
beneath you. feeling you slide in effortlessly. your broad shoulders holding yourself up.
maybe that's vanilla. maybe that's hot. but i don't care. and neither do you.
i feel safe. secure. loved.
i float.
my eyes closed.
but then my eyes are open.
and you are no longer there.
but the feeling of safety and security do not change. they do not leave me.
i am still safe and secure.
for you were only helping me find those things within myself.
you were never actually there.
-self-realization
how very vanilla of me
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