Knots
When I see you come home, the knots you give me in my stomach get tied tighter. Not here to cling, no. Your dominate nature, your will, is a mountain I climb on. With ropes twisted, legs tired, and mouth dry with thirst. I'm here to conquer, if only for a short while. When I climb off off you, I immediately look forward to the challenge again.
-Neon
My book Strapped for Survival and the bonus story Wine Not are available now -
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