sext: how we say we’ll take it slowly and can’t. how our knees tremble and lock. how we’re all mouths and fingers and desperation. eating each other like licking syrup from teaspoons. the heaviness of the silence. the weight of your eyes on me, how your hands shake when you push away the hair on my nape and kiss me there. the vulnerability of it. a cupful of skin, a mouthful of it, right there, yes, that’s where I want it.