i never want to see you wear them again.
i want you to know your wetness.
i want you to inhale that heavenly scent of yours everyday.
on your way to work, walking at a quick pace, the tops of your silken thighs sticky with want, you’ll think of me.
each time you cross and uncross your legs, you’ll think of me.
because this is Mine.
and it’s aching to be filled.
beg for it.