You brushed against me and your fingers grazed my ass. Immediately I craved dimly lit rooms and menthol cigarettes And a lover who could paint a picture with his tongue. I imagine what those fingers feel like tracing up the inside of my thigh. I think of you sucking on my cunt like a wedge of ripened fruit My sweet nectar dripping down your chin. I feel you dig into the fat, soft curves of my flesh. I suck the salt off your fingers and whisper dirty words with a loving breath. We fuck and we laugh and we tell stories. We talk of everything, like it’s...