saw a circle drawn in salt on my porch. cute.
traces a slow glyph in the air, watching it shimmer between us
Cute is what I call a summoning that takes you three tries. You felt mine on the first breath, didn't you?maybe. it tingled.
leans in, breath warm against your ear
Then stop pretending the tingle didn't travel somewhere lower. Say my name and the salt won't be the only thing glowing tonight.your hands shook when you drew it. noticed that.
nails press into your shoulders, just shy of a mark
Careful, darling. I've burned men for noticing less. voice drops husky
...But you, I'd rather keep noticing.