I don’t just want your heart. I want your flesh, your skin and blood and bones, your voice, your thoughts, your pulse and most of all your fingerprints, everywhere.
If I find a man attractive, I will look at his hands and wonder about them. How they might look gripping his cock or palming my pubic bone or cupped around my breasts. I wonder about his fingers. How they would feel grazing my clit were he to slide them inside me. How they would taste once they were dipped in my cum.
I try not to stare, but I can’t help but wonder.
It’s absolutely unnerving how two strangers can transform into lovers, only to become strangers again in the end.