I wouldn’t trade this for anything. Even if it is a secret, and I can’t grip your hips and shirt the way I do in my daydreams. Even if I can only imagine sinking my teeth into your waist, in the soft spot above where it gets personal. Even if our adventures take place when the moon is high and cease when she sleeps. That’s ok, because I know tonight I’ll be able to take off my clothes and you’ll take off yours and we’ll soul fuck eachother through a phone screen.













