Jake’s Passions

 

You think I just want to fuck you?Let me strip your doubts using sentences so slow, you’ll beg the next one to come faster.

Because this mouth of mine?

It’s not just for kisses—it’s a weapon.

And I use it best when I’m speaking in sin.

I don’t just want your body.

I want your breath caught between metaphors.

I want your thighs trembling from a paragraph so filthy it makes you clench.

I want to make your pulse skip with punctuation,

your back arch from the pressure of every perfect word curling around your name.

Let me fuck you with a story first.

One where I don’t even touch you for the first ten pages,

but by the time I do, you’re soaked in plot and aching for climax.

You won’t just feel me.

You’ll read me.

And when you come,

it won’t be from friction.

It’ll be from the line I whispered that undressed your soul.