Hornymwtxn
Good natured fellow
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Damn!Him
I know the way he looks at me - like a wolf measuring distance to prey.
Eyes sharp, steady, holding me still while he decides how best to take me apart.
His voice is no safer.
Low. Controlled. Each word deliberate,
as if he’s tasting me in syllables before he ever tastes me in truth.
It can make me laugh - bright, reckless - and just as quickly drag me into silence where I can feel the heat coil low in my belly.
We already have our private language.
Inside jokes like tripwires, phrases that sound harmless to anyone else, but make me think of teeth on skin, fingers curled in hair, the sound of my own breath breaking.
And the danger - it’s always there, in the space between us.
A tension wound so tight that I know when we finally move,
it will be violent in its beauty.
No polite surrender.
Only the kind of ruin you don’t survive unchanged.
I know his eyes.
His voice.
The way his presence feels like a hand at the back of my neck.
I just don’t know his name yet.
He’ll tell me -
once we meet here in Lit.
But I already told you my name





