A Letter Of Confession
A Letter Of Confession Explicit Content I can not stop thinking about you in the office, the way your gaze climbs up my body, undressing whatever I hide behind my shirt and my smile. Every morning, every routine feels dangerous each “good morning” just code for “ I want you .” Sometimes I catch myself staring too long, letting my eyes linger over your mouth just to imagine what you look like with your lips swelled up by me. I like to imagine you knowing what I am thinking, the way your hips shift when i pass, like you want me to know you are thinking it too. I am writing this so you understand what I want to do... What I will do, if you let me. I want to find you in your office chair when the lights are low and the world outside is already asleep. I want to kneel between your knees and taste your skin, piel con piel , to see if you taste as forbidden as I imagine in my head every night. I want to spread chocolate across your stomach, just so I can l...