sext: wake me up at the end of dawn with a hand between my legs and your tongue on mine. we can...

sext: wake me up at the end of dawn with a hand between my legs and your tongue on mine. we can re-write forever on the slices of morning light that the blinds leave on my skin. it’ll be a story written entirely through touch. your thumb in my mouth, my nails on your back, that right there, in that small expanse of eternity, we were making history, we were here we were here.