Sometimes when I am still floating in the after sex haze I have thoughts that course through my mind completely unfiltered. I pick up my phone and type out a draft and save it for later. This is what this is:
I love the way I say “oh, god” when I am at a loss for words and you answer, “Yea, baby?”
I know that you are asking me to elaborate on what I’m feeling, instead of just calling to a nameless divinity.
But part of me…
Thinks that part of you…
Is acknowledging that when I’m calling out “oh, god” I’m calling out to you.
And I’m not saying you’re a god… because I’m not that far gone. But when I am so far gone, and so deep in our play, and so mind fucked by you… you are the only one that exists for me… in the whole world. In that moment it is just you.
And so for moments… you are the Alpha and the Omega, as it were. When I’m calling out “oh, god” I am calling out to you.