give me a reason to be a woman.
my hands, my lips, my tongue, my thighs, my nose, my nipples, my heart - cut it all to pieces, suck them hard, kiss it lightly, pull them closer, caress it with your own, run your fingers across, cling, hold tight, cry on them, use them to wipe away your own tears. search my face for sadness in the dark, warm and wet and full of future lust.
breathe into my hair and kiss my head patiently, while holding, holding, holding. do what you will. it makes little difference at this point, there is no if. just remember - you promised we would be okay after.
fleeting, & delicious.
