It should be awkward. 

This. 

Here. 

With you … naked. 

But it is isn’t. 

Oh my fucking god it isn’t. 

I’ve never felt less awkward as you discard my clothes. 

Not awkward. 

Alive.

Fuck do I feel alive. 

And seen. 

You see me with eyes that want nothing more,

or less, 

than exactly who I am. 

No frills, nothing fancy.

Just the bare dirty girl on her knees and eagers to please. 

It isn’t awkward when your cock fills my mouth.

As your hand weaves into my hair. 

Removing my need for control. 

Summoning the good girl within. 

It isn’t awkward to give in. 

To let go. 

To be free.