“Sext: I want you to rest your eyes on my pulse. Let your breath leave marks on my skin. You feel like a chain around my neck, but I don’t mind. Sext: Will you fuck me mindless? Sext: Love me like a car crash, a train wreck. Love me like Armageddon is happening in our bed. Sext: You ask me to tell you what turns me on, what will make passion run through my veins. Whisper poetry in my ear, baby. Words can take me to another universe the way nothing else can. Sext: You are captivating, and you smell of loneliness. You smell of misery, coal mines and a dying earth. Dig your fingers into my ribs. Bite my shoulder. Claw your nails down my back so we can both smell the same. Sext: Your hands, all over me. Your hands. Clamped to my thighs, clamped to my waist, pulling me closer. Sext: We touch, and this is the best thing I have discovered. Sext: Here are my wrists. Here are my palms. Here are my knees that fell to the ground.”