i want to take you apart and put you back together again. it’s the most loving thing i know. i want to see all your parts individually. maybe we find a different order that runs better, maybe i lose one part in exchange to make you whole, maybe you were always perfect.
laying innocently, slotted between their legs while they run safe, warm hands over the swell of your ass. gentle traces turn into brusque kneads turn into a finger dipped in before you can say no, legs locked around your neck before you can fight back.