Epiphany


I am reading a book and you are reading some legal things that you read. My stockinged feet are under your thigh, knees drawn up. You make some connection, some conclusion, some epiphany.

I feel it move through your body.

My eyes move from the page and meet yours; my body frozen in sexual tension. You pull me towards you. That smile. That confidence. I melt.

I’m going to have to burn these clothes from all the lust that is pouring out of me

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