Distraction

I'm sorry.

Sometimes, there is only space for my thoughts.

I'm wrapped up in them, tied with beautifully impossible bondage knots.

I am safely contained and free to jerk and twist in a pre-orgasm fight.

They won't let me go until I come and then, and then.. you can tell me what you need at the grocery store.

I will offer to buy you everything that I am not.