an ode to danny
I have a soft spot for the name Danny.
Don’t ask why. I couldn’t explain it if I tried. I’ve always loved words and the ways some take up space. How stuff your mouth with marbles, others roll off the tongue smooth as sweet vermouth.
Kind of like Danny. It’s a soft name. One anyone can take and make their own. There’s a little joy in the way my face scrunches up, a smile breaking across my face as I call out this sugar spun name. The way my voice goes up an octave as I draw out the final sweet syllables, denoting my affection.
Danny is the sweet cream sliding down my throat. The trail of kisses down my thighs. Bubbling giggles erupting from feather light tickles.
Destined to be loved by me.
XOXO,
Michaela
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