There’s a name on my lips, on my tongue, on my mind. It’s not yours. It’s his. His name that keeps me up at night. His name that makes my pussy wet. I don’t even really think of you as having a name. I just think of you as bitch. Or loser. Or my good boy. It’s never your name on a woman’s lips. But you know all about what it’s like to be obsessed with a name, don’t you? My name. Say it. My name keeps you up. Goddess Eva.
