I still think about a stranger's hands after one drink too many

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. There is a version of me that wants to be careful, and another version that wants to be touched, used, praised, or teased like a secret. I can keep the real names out of it and still admit the desire was real.

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