balance.

Balance is when I pay to get your hair done in the morning, only for me to grab you by the roots later that night. It’s taking you shopping for an oufit, so I can think up more reasons to strip you down.

Balance is give and take, you take your seat on my lips and give me oceans to drown in; it’s you using me to satisfy yourself and me getting my soul fed.

Balance is showers and red flowers, showers of “You feel so good” and other compliments in a room with a floor laced in rose petals. It’s singing your praises while I kiss and caress your skin.

Balance is me plus you, giving wrong-way-round-upside-down hugs, licking on the things that matter and living off pleasure.