I know I don’t feel the same way she does, more remote then
hers, as if when it happened it happens to someone other than me, while the whole time I want it to feel close up,
where I have no control over the outcome, her fingers inside me, making me to things
as if I am a puppet, unimagined things I know she knows how to do when I only
dream them. I want her to make me feel it the way I know she always feels it,
every time, as if she’s practiced it for so long she has no other way to feel
it except for the way she does. I know she knows how to make me feel like that,
and all I have to do i let her take over, put her fingers up inside me, move me
around until it all comes out.
