february 28 2024

i want him in a specific kind of way. the way that a woman, at the end of her rational mind and all emotional defences, wants a man. i scratch at him in the dark. he obliges me and fucks me slowly until i am weeping, open and wet.

i’ve written about this before - this humbling force of love. it breaks me down, tears me apart, pulls out the threads of my ego through my teeth. i’m brought to my knees, bending at the waist, my hands clasped together, mouth full of prayer. and still every day, this love grows deeper, wider, more tremendous, more fantastical, more almighty.

the next day, in the afternoon, he takes my nipple into his mouth as i ride him on our living room couch. i throw my head back and close my eyes. 

he tells me i am his. 

yes. i belong to this love and this love belongs to me.