I still think about a stranger's hands while pretending I was fine

I still think about a stranger's hands from one night out, and I hate that such a small moment became such a private fantasy. I know I should not use lust as proof of love, but some nights my body argues first. I want to stop treating sexual honesty like something only other people are allowed to have.

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