Infatuation

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Sometimes, the best revenge is getting what you need, and this is an ode to an ex who reopened my sexual window before I promptly closed it. Infatuation, pillows, curtains, and the offer. Yes, of course, has become a limited time only.

Are you so busy, or is it more? Do you want to talk, fight, fuck in no particular order? And yes, you are missing my face.

Skin, kiss, the eyes you bought earrings to match. Laying here naked, imagining your angst. Ugh, the gentle pleasure of rage on lust.

How the neon sign cast a heart pink and warm like your tongue between my legs. Eyes looking up, savoring sweet memories. Tasting the saltiness of you I once drew in the shadows of your room.

How the neon sign cast a heart pink and warm like your tongue between my legs. Eyes looking up, savoring sweet memories. Tasting the saltiness of you I once drew in the shadows of your room.