what i’d do to have her in my hands- to run my fingers down her neck and collarbones and trace the indent of her sternum, grab her around the hips and feel the dimples of her spine. i’d hold her sides in my hands like i was her rib cage, holding her together, digging into her skin. i daydream about the divots along her hips and the meat of her thighs and the way her happy trail would taste, or how her neck would taste, or if she’d let me bite down and how hard.










