please indulge my outlandish confession that i can’t release anywhere else.

so i’m a sex-crazed maniac, and as one, i could never help but notice just how good ten must feel in his body, simply by the way he moves and carries himself. that addicting softness and pure ease of movement. it always made me wonder how it would carry over to the bedroom, and while i can’t quite visualize it, i sure am obsessed with the thought of it. so much so, in fact, that i believe i’ve learned how to move like ten. the major differences between us is his decades of experience in developing a catalogue of movements, and his crazy levels of flexibility. not sure if i can ever catch up to that last one, but i’m certainly trying (damn is it hard though).

but where it counts, i can move like ten (even sing like him a little). if i ever accomplish the two things noted above, i’ll even rival ten (but i’m a woman so i can probably get away with wilder things). he moves like water and like a lifetime of being comfortable in his body. i like to think i move like air, disrupted by a lifetime of anger at never being enough, but still fighting through it.

through ten, i’ve learned to become more than enough. i wish we could dance together someday. it’s such a beautiful daydream.