I crave an old school love. The kind where reciprocated effort is displayed effortlessly. A mutual respect that doesn't need questioning. Trust in the fact that no matter what life disrupts, compassion will not be one of them. The days can get complicated, but an authentic love has the potential of pure ease. I have no desire to settle or entertain the idea of a temporary fix for affection. I am too busy falling inlove with the girl I am becoming, the best version of myself. Independence is one hell of a drug. And I am happy with the "right now."
Kiss away the tears he made. Let me break the chains that bind you to the loneliness she has forced upon you.
Place my hand on your pulse so that I can feel that it is I who caused it to quicken. Slide your hand between my thighs and feel the slick evidence of my need for you. Listen to me beg for you to end my suffering.
Tighten your grip on me as you push the length of the hardness that she rejected into the warm tight cavern that I have opened to you. Hear my cries of relief and pleasure as you fill the void that he created in my body and soul.
Pull me closer as my hips rock to the rhythm of our sin. Race with me to the cliff of our eternal damnation. Faster and faster, we are running from our conscience. Don’t slow down, or we will never make the end. Swallow my screams as the waves overtake us.
Hold my hand as we fly over the edge knowing that we saved each other again.
Let's call the very essence of our living body, Sinister. And Sinister has no concept of morals. And that's why our lives can be a nightmare all the time. Sinister can not tell children and adults apart. An equal thirst for all living flesh.