read me a book
I want you to read me a book.
I want to feel you to pronounce each word, each letter. I want to sit between your thighs with your chin resting lightly on my head, my gaze soft and blurred as I focus on the cadence of your voice.
I want you to read me a book.
Let me bask in the rhythm of the words leaving your lips. Let me feel the quiet rumble of your chest when you laugh at thoughts that never make it out loud. Let me follow the plot from your breath. Take me into a dream until we’re both lost in the story you unfold.
Read me a book about love, betrayal or grief. About pain, history and fantasy. Take me into a world where it’s just your voice and I.
In the little corner of the universe we make ours, read me a book. Flip through the pages while your fingers brush absentmindedly against my thighs. Let huffs of laughter slip out of you, soft and unbothered. Your voice so gentle it could put a hypnotist out of work.
Oh, won’t you read me a book?
You are an angel.
How sweet 🥹❤️