what am I doing?
it’s like I’m allowing myself to move further down the line from person to a set of body parts
all for you to use.
and at this point, I’m not sure you’d even care whether or not you are the only one using them
as long as they are returned to you in the same pristine condition that you left them in.
and what I can tell you is that it doesn’t feel great.
but I’ll tell you what;
you can call me when you’re ready to talk to my face instead of my chest.
when you’re ready to interlock fingers instead of rest your hands on the insides of my thighs.
when not every inch of my skin lines with goosebumps as you touch it.
when my hands don’t shake when you ask for more, more, more.
when you’re ready to give me a kiss goodnight
when you drop me off at home.