I want your hands to shake when I send a video on my lunch break of my legs bare on the sheets and eyes glazed over with thinking of your mouth on my skin. I need my name to be a whisper on your lips at three a.m. when you wake up to my hips crashing against yours. I crave you begging for my breath on your neck and my fingers marking your spine with tiny crevices of raw skin beneath them. I’ve never sought to own someone until I felt your arms around me like a cage in the darkness, trembling with fear and fascination and need. That’s when I knew: I wanted to possess and dominate those shivers.
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