Detach
When their hands are falling through your hair or firmly placed behind your neck or caressing the hip bone they once claimed to be their favorite part of you, don’t think. Don’t think about the first time you felt their fingers smell your shampoo. Don’t think about all the times they placed their hand on the back of your neck while you were driving. Don’t think about the kisses they used to tattoo your hips. Those days are dead and no amount of heavy breathing will revive them. That was then, this is “fuck me now.”
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