A Note to My Lover, I Fear My Hope

Sway Montgomery
3 min readFeb 10, 2024

It’s 6am where you are. 617 more precisely. I imagine you shuffling about, quietly trying to get ready in the half-dark, no shirt on yet, still damp from your morning shower.

I want to taste the tiny drops of water clinging to your shoulders, feel you melt under the weight of my lips.

You’re trying to remember everything you’ll need: your toothpaste, hairbrush. You won’t take your razor, not this time. I wonder how your beard has grown since I last felt it. I imagine the scruff of it between my legs, your tongue teasing me, your strong hands…

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Sway Montgomery

I was a baker, a cookbook author, a follower of the rules. Now I am following my passion for sharing and exploring all the rules I should have been breaking.