Patience isn’t something I’m very good at. I have so little control over much of what happens to me that I compensate with the hunt for instant gratification. At least then I feel activated, in charge.
Immediately checking my phone when I hear it ding.
Uncorking the bottle.
Unbuckling his pants.
His hot, hard flesh in my hand.
My body wrapped around his.
I can saunter and seduce and feel powerful when in reality I have absolutely none. I’m just a passenger on this rock like everyone else, circling a bright little star.