Moping

I want you to tell me it's going to be okay. I want you to hold me and tell me it's going to be okay. I want you inside of me and tell me it's going to be okay. With every stroke of your dick, my hair, your back, I'll feel that it's going to be okay. No fido, no shetlands, just the two of us rejoicing with our bodies those things we can't say in words. We merge and I become your Aphrodite and your venom all at once, afraid to say how it makes me feel for fear you'll reject me. You afraid to tell me because you fear the truth. Words not needed because we both could lose with this overload. Spontaneously, once tell me you love me so that it may carry me for a lifetime. I so crave tenderness from you. The stroke of back, the stroke of your dick, all at once, all in all, total submission to a pleasure that for others is mystical but for us....truth