STORY: LET ME TELL YOU HOW I WANT TO MAKE YOU FEEL

Let me tell you about how I want to make you feel, and about how I feel. I will listen when you talk, and remember your favourite song of the moment, and how you take your coffee, even if we’re only together for a night. I’ll let the tension build in a way you’ve probably never felt before because you and me? I will take you to a bar and right before we leave I can take your hand, and let you feel just what you’re doing to me. And no one else will notice. I will brush the hair out of your eyes and you will remember romantic comedies you’ve seen where that exact thing happened, and you’d realize it still feels the way you had always imagined it would. And that will be when you realize there is a heat between your thighs. I will talk to you and you will hear all the things you have been waiting to hear, and they will be genuine. And those words will come out of my lips, off my tongue. I’ll kiss you and it will be an epic kiss, the kind that starts painfully slow and the sound of our hearts is like a sound cannon on repeat, and the first touch is salty and sweet: your nerves and your strawberry lipgloss. And I will breathe your name into your mouth and you will inhale my want and I will talk dirty to you. I will tell you what a fucking beautiful woman you are and also how bad I want to taste you.