i’m already wet, tell me how you’d ruin me slowly

don’t just say you’d take control
show me you know when to pull back
and when to touch harder

maybe you’re my masseur
i showed up late
hair still damp
you tell me to relax but your hands say more than your voice does

you start at my shoulders
slow
confident
but when you work down my back and reach my thighs
i stop pretending

you pause when i shift
your thumbs press in deeper
my legs part a little
you don’t mention it

just keep going
slower now
your knuckle brushes higher
your breath changes

you ask if the pressure’s okay
i say yes
but i’m already soaked

or we’re at a wedding
you catch me outside lighting a cigarette alone
i offer you one without turning around
you take it

we lean against the railing
don’t say much
your arm rests near mine
you look down and ask
“cold?”
i shake my head

your hand slides over mine
then lower
barely there
your fingers slip beneath the hem of my dress like you’ve already thought about it

and when i don’t stop you
you keep going

don’t rush it
don’t ask permission
just know how to make me need it