I can feel when you are half in the room. Hands on me, eyes on a screen, I go cold. Be here. Notifications can wait.
Tag: relationships
Sometimes it means he has sense. Dinner with a stranger is tax. Meet, clock the vibe, then spend. A cheap soul shows later, not first.
Five opinions, three voice notes, one screenshot. By the time I text him I am not me. I am a committee in a tight dress.
If you want sex, say sex. If you want me, say that. Lets see where it goes is a man keeping the exit door oiled.
I want the warm-up first. Then I want you to mean it. Soft the whole way through feels like you are frightened of me really.
Nice is manners in public. Kind is what he does when nobody is watching and you need a lift, not just some cheap little compliment.
The sex ended and the customer service started. I do not want a form. I want you to read my body and then shut up.
Kettle on, someone half dressed, my cereal in the crossfire. I live here. I work early. Your new friend does not need any kitchen tours.
Say casual. Say dating. Do not hide behind we will see. I can do filthy and still want a sentence that does not wriggle away.
The practical bit was easy. The sentence after was not. People handle a condom and still panic at do you like me. That is everything.