Smother down

You sad-text me when we are apart.
Your loneliness floods my screen in imagery red and blue, from within the two-dimensional land typically reserved for black and white.

My light, airy way of loving meets the weight of your deep, heavy love each time we find ourselves distanced one from the other.

We talk about the contrast in polite pastels... And yet...

Each comment summons the same blackout feeling I get when head deep, working your cock from underneath the thick down comforter. †I'm warm. I love it.
And I can't breathe. †

When you sense my color rise, you ask what it is I want from you.

Surround me, smother me when we break from apartness. Make us come hard, see black, as we suffocate in all dimensions.
Exactly how we both like it.

Then breathe in and live fully the rich tapestry of our apartness. Seek solace in internal conversations, in your own skilled hand, as I in mine.


Written by Rachelleundrgrd
Author's Note
Current state is so much more difficult to put to ink than the one in the rear-view mirror.
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