My Adulthood Sexually Sapphic Moment Of Joy

Honestly, I see this very hot and bothered yet forbidden situation im in as one of the greatest poems I’ve ever written just playing out in front of me and around me.

This woman, quietly, and deeply attaching our desires together, our aches, our yearnings, for a year, only to likely become one of the best nights of our life, and part of the poetry is, she’s experienced and older with the sweetest yet badass demeanor and it turns me on. Every time I see her I’m in need of new panties.

And I’m the inexperienced sapphic who’s only kissed the same sex, as a teen, and gets all hot and flustered just by thinking of kissing her. A year of that’s bound to build something magical. Addictive. Needed. And I can wait that long. I can wait even longer if needed. I’m a slow burn babe.

My biggest kink is studying and romanticizing every detail about a person, non-sexually and sexually, and holy fuck, which I proudly am, sexually I’m so slow it can last for hours. Every body part, every sensation, every nibble, lick, pant, moan, every flavor, physical detail and pressure… it all matters to me, to use all my 5 senses on intently and slowly …as the poet and photographer I am.

My kink is slow intake of full detail. So this year…. Is what I call foreplay.