Pretty Hands
I'm not sure how it even started. Innocently enough I guess. At first hesitantly; Wrangled back from the realm of impossibility in my mind. Then a slow escalation while we both poured ourselves out. The last two weekends have swirled into a whirlwind of big sparkling eyes and her beautiful slender body writhing in front of me. Firstly on the dance floor - unapologetic and genuine... then atop my fresh white sheets, flushed and breathless with the drugs coursing through us.
She's a fucking work of art.
I'm in a good place right now. It feels good to be getting what I want.