after all of the years writing her, now you get to read me, and suffer me.

but all we can do is keep it hot.

so when I look at you for the first time again

I want you to take off your clothes

I don’t want to be better than that, and I don’t want you to be better than that

submitting to my gaze wonderfully

letting my eyes graze your breasts, and you bask in the adoration

and the cat will not understand, or care