Tag: arousal

A good kisser can ruin me faster than a speech. Bad kissing is a warning. I should have listened more often than I did.

Most nights I am not a light switch. Talk properly, look at me like you mean it, and my body finally catches up afterwards anyway.

Some nights I do not want the whole performance. I want a mouth that stays, patience that does not clock watch, and pleasure treated as the point.

The night is one story. Breakfast is another. I walk home rewriting what I wanted, what I allowed, and what I will admit to my friends.