there is something to be said of beauty and grace. there is something to be said about despair and the night. there is something sexy about the way i put my hand on your neck. there is something sexy about the way you look over your shoulder at me. there is something to be said about how i feel inside you, there is something warm and welcoming and peaceful about the thrust, the trust, the need that i must be there. there is something to be said about all of it, about holding you and fucking you and wanting you and wanting to fuck you even more, slower, harder, sideways, from behind, on top, it doesn’t matter, as long as we’re fucking ourselves into something.