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telly’s on, just enough noise. my head in your lap, relaxed as you play with my hair. safe. so safe with you. explore thoughts, map dreams. your children sleep sound upstairs. warm hands on chilled skin, an invite to press in, to face you, to turn, to trace words with my tongue. your finger-tips slip under the band of my jeans, give me permission to need. telly’s on, just enough noise. my head in your lap, confused as you play with my hair. safe? so safe with you? probe thoughts, tap dreams. your children sleep sound upstairs? strong hands on hot skin, a demand to press in? to taste you? to burn? to raze words with my tongue? wet fingers unfasten the studs on my jeans give you permission to take? telly’s on, just enough noise. my head in your lap, ashamed as you play with my hair. brave. so brave for you. hide thoughts, snare dreams. your children sleep sound upstairs. heavy hands on flushed skin, an invite to press in, to face you, to turn, to erase words with my tongue. careful fingers push, just enough through my jeans, give me permission to want. over again.
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Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 12:02 PM UTC
age-gap cliche
telly’s on, just enough noise. my head in your lap, relaxed as you play with my hair. safe. so safe with you. explore thoughts, map dreams. your children sleep sound upstairs. warm hands on chilled skin, an invite to press in, to face you, to turn, to trace words with my tongue. your finger-tips slip under the band of my jeans, give me permission to need. telly’s on, just enough noise. my head in your lap, confused as you play with my hair. safe? so safe with you? probe thoughts, tap dreams. your children sleep sound upstairs? strong hands on hot skin, a demand to press in? to taste you? to burn? to raze words with my tongue? wet fingers unfasten the studs on my jeans give you permission to take? telly’s on, just enough noise. my head in your lap, ashamed as you play with my hair. brave. so brave for you. hide thoughts, snare dreams. your children sleep sound upstairs. heavy hands on flushed skin, an invite to press in, to face you, to turn, to erase words with my tongue. careful fingers push, just enough through my jeans, give me permission to want. over again.
I keep taking out the explicit stuff, so maybe when you read it, it isn't. Needs a title I can love.
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Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 12:02 PM UTC
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