Oct 17, 2023
I keep telling you what good friends we are, but when I say friends I mean I look at you in the middle of a meeting every single day and I imagine you biting my neck and chin while you pin me against the wall, in your office with the door shut while everyone else is two steps away working on the other side. Your almond-shaped eyes looking at me smiling, sharing my lust, feeling relieved now that we know how much we want each other. Your red hair in my face, your hands on me grabbing me by the neck because, after such a long wait pretending we're friends, you can't hold yourself.
And then I wake up and you're still my friend, and we talk about boys. Looking at you is both pleasure and torture.
