It’s been six hours, forty minutes, and thirty two seconds.
I’m restless, you’ve been breathing over my neck like swine, settled on my shoulder like a infant searching for comfort, and well..
Beloved, I need you to wake your grown looking for love from a mother ass up.
And.. beg pardon, but couldn’t you have forgotten to mention what a great night YOU had last night.
Selfishly speaking, it was a bit one sided. Don’t you think?
Yet here you are still confused, smug, with a eager smile.
You say “I don’t mean to intrude baby but…”
But…?
Don’t you think we’ve surpassed our extent of privacy?
I’ve just given you the deepest part of me, but I get it we don’t do mental boundaries.
You say “I’m sorry if that’s too personal.”
.. Did we not get close enough?
“I just want to dig deeper”
Honey, was I not naked enough for you?
“I want trust between us”
…. You must not sleep with strangers often.
“Why don’t you talk about your father.”
No he did not just ask me about my daddy issues? Excuse me..
“Does this make things awkward now?”
Are you that unaware?
“Of what” you ask..
Of how you can be stripped down without being uncovered.
It was just a one night stand.
– Brielle KD.
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