Unwanted…..

I don’t want his kisses.

I don’t want his love.

No longing for his fingertips to scale up and down my spine.

Not a touch on my inner thigh.

Not a pat on my behind.

I don’t want his tender love.

I don’t want him to make me moan, causing my toes to curl or point and my hairs to highper extend.

Neither do I want to be the fufiler of his lust.

The pinicle of his sexual prowl.

My lips on his neck and a tender hand at his nape. No

I just dont.

Wanting to synchronize breaths as we climax .

Staring deep into his eyes.

No desire for him to bequeath his kisses to my skin.

His hands to hold me like some love song.

I care not to smell him upon my sheets, basking in satisfaction and glee.

Or to regurgitate and remenince on his embrace when he is away.

Oh not this one…

I care not for his face.

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