an open love letter
i'm not afraid to admit it. i've been attracted to you for a while. we've been shooting glances at each other all day. where is that you're from? Guatemala? Must be nice. i know, i was busier before; i'm sorry. but believe me, you're all i've been thinking about. i just want to hold you. take you into my hands. i know. hush hush. you miss your family, rudely separated by unsympathetic hands and put on display for hundreds of people. but you're where you belong now. with me. no one can see us. i know you're a little green with things like this, but don't worry. oh. oh. i know it hurts at first, but doesn't that feel good. yes, feel the release all the way down your body. we can take things slower. you have such a nice body, firm and supple and lovely tone, creamy but not pale. we don't have take it off all yet. oh, is that a bruise? someone's been mean to you before, but it's alright. i'll be gentle. let me kiss you, just wrap my lips around you. everyone does it. does that feel good? you like that? i'll just nibble you a little bit. Deeper? Yes. We'll keep going. I can feel you inside me. Oh. You're so good. I knew you'd be great. Almost done. Yes! There we are. I'll clean up, don't worry, no one will know. What am i doing? what? oh. no. they didn't mean nothing to me. i swear you're not just another mark on my shelf. oh baby. you know i love you.