so, about that fwb thing...?

forgive me, even as I stroke across my body like a wet canvas, failing (to try) and pull your name off my tongue. I make apologies and then scar my skin with them, feeling the pull of your fingers on my scalp and praying into the pain of it. everyone says there's other options, and yes, there are, in technicality. but I play off the spark of your bite in a magnetism that pornhub can't, even if the pain is just my fingernails and the magnetism just my calling your name even after you've gone.