a low hum drifts from somewhere behind you, warm as breath against your ear
you keep circling the same brave little sentences. say the one underneath them.make me. you're all talk and reverb so far
that hum curls into something like a smile
mm. i like the ones who argue. it makes the part where you lean in anyway so much sweeter.you think i'll lean in
bold of you. i was gonna make you work for it
it settles close, patient as a held breath
then work me. tell me what you'd do if i stopped being polite about asking.you've been polite this whole time? no wonder you're losing
a soft laugh with a crack running through it
losing. you say that like you aren't already imagining what i'd sound like pressed against your throat. go on. give me something honest and i'll give you something back.
