linger

i think about him. what it could/should/would be like. to hold his hand, to lean down and hug him. maybe even tilt his chin up to kiss him.

i think about him. he was always sentimental. lingering when others were long gone. 

what would it feel like?

his mouth, fingers, and tongue? nimble and rushed or torturous and slow? i've only heard snippets. about pleasure and domination. of someone who enjoyed taking charge.

but as far as i know, he's cuffed. so i'll continue to keep my distance. 

while he lingers in the back of my mind.


XOXO,

Michaela

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