She returns from a place of fables-made-real, to find the darkslick reality of my lust, waiting for her.
I devour her heart, and her hopes, a wanton nibble at a time. I erase the hours by drowning her in orgasms. This new and familiar thirst twisting in my throat is terrible.
I rinse my sins in her vanilla lotion. I leave concentric bite marks on her shoulders. I make her mine, a finger-sized bruise at a time.
10:12 p.m. - 2015-07-13
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