Apr 11
She wanted to belong...
She slipped into his inner room where rules lost their names— and desire spoke first.
She knew what to expect but not the details.
She didn’t want gentle-- not the vanilla trite.
He pressed close. She felt his heat, warm as Midday Sun, She wanted to be led unafraid of her edges.
She felt it move through her— unhidden, unedited— a quiet undoing.
She didn’t ask if it was right. Only if it was true. She's searching for her truth.
And in that heat, that soft, dangerous clarity, with her eyes blindfolded She found her truth that she belonged. Yes, She did.
She knew she was right that she'd belong.
She thought it might be false he made her feel the truth. Her truth.
