Blossoming underneath the moonlight, embers glowing faintly reinvigorated by the night's cool breeze. Everywhere her tender lips touch,
my flesh bubbles and melts. Victims to our own selfish desires, wanting to share each other with none other. Her nails dig deep, carving her claim out in blood, taking root in bone.
Every breath that forces its way out from between gritted teeth belongs to her.
I can't help but writhe above her, held firm in her grasp. Wrists bound by silk, inseparable from skin.
Worshipped at an altar, or am I a lamb for slaughter? Why
Why do I feel so horrible for being
Pleased like this?
An axe is driven through my mind
a bottomless trench is left, dividing my soul
leaving me to the mercy of a cruel
cruel
god.
I do not deserve to feel
this good.
I do not deserve to feel wanted by you.
Mindlessly rutting into your hand, do you love the sound
of my voice breaking?
Shattering into nothingness.
Your lips against the back of my neck
against my shoulders
whispering how good i am
i dont deserve it but ill take all of i t il take eve rythin g.
i wa n t a ll of y ou r l o v e
f o r m e a n d o n l y m e
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a
y
please...