bendingsumbission:You were standing in front of the closet, in a very short towel. Didn’t hear me
bendingsumbission: You were standing in front of the closet, in a very short towel. Didn’t hear me come in, so I watched as you decided what to wear. I was pulling for the short blue dress when the swaying started. The little rocking motion you make, when you’re wound too tight. Even before it moved, I knew where your hand was drifting. The water had left you warm and open. Lost in a daze of fashion and fingers, you didn’t hear the click in my head. Or the zipper of my jeans coming down. Tossing you on the bed before you could think, I sank into you slowly, until I knew you couldn’t breathe. I pushed deeper, watching your eyes close. The swell you felt as I held it there, the one that brought God to your lips? That was my mind jumping ahead to the party. To you in the short blue dress, listening half heartedly while a nice couple made small talk. You rocking back and forth as they chatted, distracted by the echoes of this. -- source link