tell me how does it feel when you're inside me. i want to know. i want to be inside you. let me in. let me hair cut short and my beard grow in. let my clit grow to obscene proportions so it does't even fit in the folds of me anymore. let me come to you and go inside because i know there are parts of you you haven't let anyone touch. not even yourself. you read about it in those magazines and in the sex columns, still you aren't too sure about the pleasure principle. let me take you and let me reduce like a chef to your most valued part, intensifying sensation while reducing size to vibrancy and give you a place for me to be in you. let me find a path in you. maybe that's why you could never open up, no door. let me lay you on your back where you look so nervous. let me spread your legs with my shit eating grin which makes you so nervous. let me promise it won't hurt which makes you so nervous. let me know how does it feel when i'm inside you. it was a okay when you were inside me. the least i can do for you is to turn you inside out and make you my bitch. i want to hold you when you cry and shake. i want to make you ask me if i love you. i want you to glow and ache and quiver for long minutes, minutes that are centuries until i explode, swift and dissolving across you stomach. when we're both there we glisten. do you know? yes, you do,

all you can think of is how to get me out.