No Permission, No Escape

I approach you without asking permission, my body marking the territory before my words. The rubbing is firm, intentional, as if the skin speaks for itself. I hold you there, without unnecessary softness, feeling the pulse quicken between the two. There is no doubt, there is no pause just that raw connection that burns, that pushes, that awakens something primitive. And even though you know you might oppose. You don’t want to.