Beautiful, vulgar, seductive, and dripping with pleasures I’ve never experienced. Two women in my embrace, two heavy breaths on my chest. I cannot remember their names. The unruly sun pierces the calm, and birdsong heralds the night’s end. I will lie in bed all day, wrapped in the limbs of bright, glaring strangers. But my home is the night and the soft meeting of lips to lips. My eyes drift closed, and with the man’s beautiful voice in my mind, I dream of a starry sky.
What are the odds its the mmc thoughts
