Self-Indulgence

It's hot.

Our bodies press against each other.

Your skin is on my skin.

Our sweat glistens on our silhouettes as the moonlight peers through the window.

Your lips meet neck.

I'm drowning.

Drowning in lust.

Drowning in the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

And only pleasure.

You whispered out a phrase of three words.

Sadly, the feeling is not mutual

Art:

[Alexandra Levasseur - Croix]

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