Everything hurts
In a literal sense.
My very being aches with the memory of how I abandoned you. You left. So quietly and disappointedly. My head pulses with the thought of being with you. My hands tingle at the anticipation of your touch. My throat is bedeviled with marks of your biting love.
And your words still resonate softly in my ears.
‘I hope you like it rough.’
Apr 11 '12
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