Pravorum

I've bought a book for nights like this, recalling how nobody ever read you fairy tales when you were a child. It saddened me, knowing what you missed on.

So I bought this book, imagining how nice it would feel to have you close as I take care of your inner child, but I couldn't foresee how it'd make you feel.

As I'm reading, lay on my back with you by my side creeping over to see the illustrations and ready to correct every word I mispronounce, I feel your hands just above my knee.

You just can't help it, the needy mess you become when we're close.

I don't point it out, I don't want to embarrass you. I keep on reading, I try to ignore the way you adjust my leg to have my thigh fitting comfortably between yours.

As I turn yet another page, I feel your hot breath on my ear way before I can hear a not-so-suppressed moan, I haven't failed to notice how you've started grinding down my thigh.

Again, I could call you out, I could address it but I'm curious to know how far you'll go. I can feel your wetness on my leggings, the cold that comes from the pool you've left on me when you move your legs to readjust your grip. To get better access, more friction, whatever it is that you need to get off.

You seem to find what you're looking for, because even if you manage to keep it quiet, I've learnt to recognise the telltale signs of your peak.

The way your breath catches in your throat, your nails leaving their marks on my skin, even if you're gripping on my sleeve. The long sigh that comes after, softly caressing the upper part of my neck.

I feel your nose poking at my jaw and I turn my head to kiss you.

You, needy thing.

not your darling

The phantom of the opera - writing ideas!

Some might be a little angsty, vaguely toxic. Who cares? ✨

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams.

Let your darker side give in.

Think of me fondly when we've said goodbye.

It was always clear that this was never meant to be.

There will never be a day when I won't think of you.

You have come here for one purpose and one alone.

You little demon! Is this what you wanted to see?

You dare to tell me that this is not the letter you sent?

Did you think that I had left you for good?

Your chains are still mine.

In your mind you've already succumbed to me.

I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why.

In my mind... I've already imagined our bodies entwining.

I'm here with you, now. Defenseless.

The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn.