8.2.26 - notes app on my phone

on my back,
like a rake—
nails plucking
my spine in pianissimo,
fingers tracing channels
like carving clay,
pruning the thorns with
your teeth and
gentle pecks
raw and practiced
rough and
sweet.

author's note

figuring out intimacy again, learning one-anothers bodies in a quick period of time and performing the act as if we're intimiately familiar with one-another. in reality, we're basically strangers and don't know how tender or sweet to be, or what we're really doing- but i think a part of it is just the comfort in two human beings longing to put their masks down and be carnal and close if even for a night. trace your fingers along my back, and i'll kiss your cheek and everything will be fine.