February 23, 2024

Paper that she bought

One time, someone told me that if it isn't a hell yes, it should be a no. And ever since then, I've been trying to live my life accordingly.

Last night, while we were breathing heavy, while her hand was gripping my neck, while my lips were on her skin, I told myself to remember that moment. Because I'd want to write about it later. So here I am.

I thought of a simile about her thighs being like bookends. About the worlds I'd find in between them.

It's late, I'll come back for that one.

You know, I think the words hit a little different when they're written with a pen that she bought, on paper that she bought.

Don't entertain people who don't support your passions.

That's all I have for now.