orectic prophetic
As he leans in again, nearly a year after his first attempt, I have reservations, but not the same ones I'd had then.
All the screaming in my head, the thoughts that make & erase & rewind & tremble. All of it and all of me asks, whisper-soft, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
He answers with his mouth, but not words. He smells like pine and rain and dandelion. The force of him is crushing & strong, his hands steady & sure. There is nothing to keep him at bay and he does not ask permission because he does not need it.
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All the screaming in my head, the thoughts that make & erase & rewind & tremble. All of it and all of me asks, whisper-soft, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
He answers with his mouth, but not words. He smells like pine and rain and dandelion. The force of him is crushing & strong, his hands steady & sure. There is nothing to keep him at bay and he does not ask permission because he does not need it.
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