We give each other freedom when we fuck. The world that exists beyond our fucking places such a premium on independence, on being self-made, on being an individual, on being unlike any other. I think all of those things are very fine, however, also exhausting. When we fuck, I do not feel diminished for wanting to be yours. We merge when we fuck. We see ourselves in one another when we fuck. We are not unique when we fuck. Rather, we are alike when we fuck because we both feel desire and passion and adoration for one another. We are in solidarity as the only two witnesses to our love.

I long for you as I have longed for you every day since you came back into my life. I long for you even as we fall asleep holding one another. I long for you in the moments just before you enter me with your cock. Maybe especially in those moments. I long for you as you make love to me, as you coax me to orgasm, as you take a drink of water afterward. I long for you immediately upon waking after having longed for you all night in my dreams. Come home, my love, come make a home out of my hip bones.