Weight, Pt. 1
A man’s body on top of mine is primal, and it is weight. It is soul-to-soul through locked eyes and firmly gripping fingers. I am his conquest in the moment, and I welcome this besting with flushed skin and profanity.
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To kiss you with passion you thought was long dead. To show you the value of trust. To take you steps further until you know you. To balance sincerity with lust. To laugh with abandon at our stupid joke as we run back to shelter