I will always look into your eyes when your hands can dip into the sigh of my skin. I will always blush when you unwrap me from within myself, when your desire for me and us and “this” overwhelms the voice that says, “I am not enough.” I will always lift and spread and arch and buck and squirm and squirt for you, reaching for your cum with each “Oh, fuck, yes. Yes.” The force of my smile for you frees you from
every small nightmare and What-Was and what Could Never Be.
You are every moan.
I am every impossible gasp.
We are the Unfolding.