Resisting The Alpha Cowboy
Tell me I’m art, your favorite sin, Brush my skin like you're about to begin— But not too fast, no race to win, Just slow destruction, soaked in sin.
Call me trouble with reverence, grace, Then wreck my soul and realign my face. Soft hands, rough grip, you know the game, Say my name like it’s half a flame. Bring flowers, then ruin me sweet, Turn the bed into your drumbeat. Yes, romance me, but with intent— Make love like your spine is bent./
I know, I’m brilliant. I’m also not entirely concious at the moment. Colton had taken his slow sweet time with me at the lake. He swam us to the shallow end, and put me on my hands and knees. It was nice.
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