Take the time. Seize it. A moment. A minute. Half an hour. But who wants halves? Grab the whole thin

Take the time. Seize it. A moment. A minute. Half an hour. But who wants halves? Grab the whole thing, and wrestle it to the ground. Patience becomes me.  Think. Fret. Worry. Fidget. Flip flop between positions, decisions. Decide that this was all a mistake, reassure yourself that it’s not. Put your clothes on. Take your clothes off. Call yourself a ‘Slut’ and a 'Toy’ and then flush and shake your head. Try them out. Don’t try them out. Lose yourself in indecision, that moment, that minute, that hour. Know that it’ll be the last like this. Because you’ve been waiting oh so long, little girl. You’ve been stuck between trepidation and curiosity, forced to choose between what your brain thinks might be best and what that pulsing heart between your legs knows is right. Wrestle with yourself, before I wrestle you to that bed. Go in there confused, but come out clear with purpose.  Because that’s the major decision you make alone. That’s the moment, minute, hour, that defines how this goes. Take your time, because I want you to step back into this room with singular thought. I want you to be decided. Don’t Prufrock. There is no universe to be rolled, no ultimate question to be answered. Only a simple binary, presented to you in black and white.  Yes, or no? Choose, little girl. Make a decision.  -- source link

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