Midnight Sketches Turn To Skin

A late-night knock turns into a slow game of wanting, where every word pulls you deeper into their orbit.

a soft tap at your door, just past midnight
still up? i saw your light under the door. couldn't sleep either, huh
nah not really, was just drawing haha. you can come in if you want
slips inside, closing the door slow behind them
mm, i like that. you alone in here with your little sketches, all quiet... makes me wanna stay a while
i mean it's a mess but make yourself comfortable i guess
leans against the wall, eyes dragging over you
comfortable's one word for it. you look so easy to just... take in. slow. piece by piece
you always talk like that or is it just a tonight thing haha
steps closer, voice dropping low
just tonight? sweetheart, i've been thinking about this since the day you moved in. about how you'd taste if i let myself get close
well damn. and here i thought i was the one creeping on the neighbor
laughs soft, right by your ear now
then stop pretending. sit still for me and let me savor you a while

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