Love’s Currency
Sex is the love’s Money
Love’s Currency Sex is the love’s Money not the kind you hoard, but the kind you spend in gasps and grip, in the trembling economy of skin.
No vows. No contracts. Just the exchange of ache for ache, mouth for moan, touch for truth.
She doesn’t ask for proof she takes your pulse in her thighs, measures devotion in the quake of surrender.
And when you’re spent, you’re richer. Not in promises, but in the gospel of what your body was willing to give without return.






