Addictions
Some people fall in love with their kidnappers.
Some people are interested in their stalkers.
You intrigue me, deeply.
When I think of you my skin heats up.
And I’m rubbing it vigorously,
because I’m trying to imagine those large hands of yours possibly in me,
Stroking me.
In my house we kissed each other urgently,
Like we both have been stalking each other.
But really its just you.
You love watching what I fucking do, don’t you?
You discarded my clothes first, and I was only left in my pale pink laced panties.
