ItsGoddessRed

The clock strikes quiet.
Work ends.
You log in again.

It’s always in the silence where I feast on your restraint.

Send it. Or stay in the

Spent the day oiled up, sun kissing every curve while I stretched out on the boat.
You don’t get the view.
Not unless you pay to peep,

You kept your distance all week. But the ache built anyway. Now it’s Friday... and you're edging on need.

Your hands shake. Your jaw