There’s this neat trick you’ve learned recently. And I fucking hate you for it. When being intimate and the feeling gets overwhelming, it’s normal to reach out for something other than your partner. Something to grip or bite; because this act helps you control the welling heat inside your skin. But lately you’ve realized these small gestures in bed. And I don’t know if you’re aware you do it, but it makes me mad. Makes me want to hit you (but I never will). Because I could never stay mad when you devour every emotion I feel for you under your bed covers. So when I reach out to grip the sheets, your hand follows and draws mine back. Back to you. Back to our heat. And I’m left no choice but to succumb to everything I feel. There are moments I can barely take it. Moments where I feel light headed and sleepy as every nerve within me lights up. Like a bulb burning out but the burning takes longer than it should, and the bulb has no control, or choice. And it’s so selfish of you to weaken me that much. To leave me whimpering beneath you. Powerless. Yet feeling every strength of you. Physically. And emotionally. And it makes me mad. But only by being in this state do I realize how much I love you. You should feel it. It’s breathtaking.