Lately I only want to have sex if the energy in the room feels like this is the only possible outcome, the most undeniable next move, where the tension is so palpable it’s like you’re the only person in the world and we are completely locked in
Like we need to consume each other to live, like you need it to breathe, like we are trying to become one, like you’re grasping at every second
Even my most casual sex isn’t casual
If you’re just trying to race to the finish line
Keep it