It's after midnight
I've got nowhere to go
Lots of time to think and write

Then he tells me he's on his way
And while I hate unplanned visits
His voice...

Anyway

As usual — he's a sight 
Seems we're up for whatever tonight

Leave the lights on
I wanna get to know your body
And watch you respond

I feel I’m approaching that point where I can write explicit stories that require an opening disclaimer. 🫠

While I can swear quite comfortably in journal entries, saying the eff word in poems or short stories doesn’t come naturally. Which is a good thing.

And no, I’m not gonna start using F all over the place. The word must be earned.

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