The open flower

I hadn't thought much of this before, but while I was messaging him I realised I had thought about it. The flashes struck me like lightning. The way he layed me down. The way he gently brushed his hand up my thigh. The way he stared into my eyes before he went in. It started off with small flashes at first. Then it turned into him pinning me to the bed. Staring into my soul. Nope. I wasn't doing this today. Not today. But it Happened again.... His touch his embrace. He had won me over once before. Not again.

Messages:
"Baby you should come over"
I replied at once
"I should"
It was a mistake. When he layed me down and finished me I opened for him. My heart, my whole body. The way he touched me made me want him so badly. He wanted me to of course.

When we were alone he knew what he did to me. Now I'm just an open flower. The way he touches me... the way he slides his fingers into me... the way I feel him finish in me.... I hadn't felt so good. Now I was an open flower. That's all I'll ever be. It's all I ever was. Especially for him