My neckIt’s tight on my neckIt’s tight on my neck and I’m kickingIt’s tight on my neck and I’m kicking and fighting
I can feel your heart beat as I sit playfully on your lap, hands locked in yours while I gently maneuver myself in a faux position of power.The force behind me, your strong and firm excitement warmly tucked to the curve of my body, mirrors…
Where does this story end, an unbroken line of small bursts that echo in the nights of my emotion…