"What is it you miss," He asked her.
She rubbed her hands together in thought,
"I miss how it felt, how it tasted...to be

In love feels invincible; tastes like the gods have touched down on the tongue and caressed it with their best honey mead.

Exiting love feels like leaving a sweet warm house, where futures and families happily mingle, into harsh rainy weather.

I miss feeling protected in his arms.  he could have kept the rest of him hidden. But, then, that wouldn't have been true"

I felt myself step off the cliff.
A firm footed decision into the unknown.
I never, for a second, thought
That i wouldnt get caught.

The damage is done.
A failed attempt at healing; Its irreparable.
Laughter drowned out the crises
And now im in puzzle pieces.

I wonder if he thinks of me.
If the image of my smile-lit face
Brings him some kind of pleasure.
If when we touch, the memory lingers

I often wonder about him.
What his lips would feel like craving
my eager body, ready when hes willing,
Soaking up every ounce of joy i had to give.

I imagine that he thinks of us, on occasion
Finding all the sweet parts of me in unknown spaces - just our secret
Holding each other to an oath of only flesh.

I hope he learns how much i can endure.
How the initial sting melts into arrousal.
Light is lacking in the places id let him go.
It would be so satisfying to finally know.

"Do you trust me?" She wispered in his ear.
While she snaked around his body and
pulled him closer.
his heart beat quickened.
Her transparent intent; to slate.
Her hands tilting his neck to the side, mouth hovererd menacingly above flesh.
Four little words and a world at stake.
And as she wrapped around him
In this visibly vunerable state;
All she wanted to know was
If he had faith.

"You deserve this," he whispered
while he examined her position:
humbly displayed across his desk,
wrists tied back in submission
her *** exposed by a

short
black
skirt.

She heard his calculated footsteps,
and felt his penetrating gaze,
before his ridged hand traced
over her warm cinnamon flesh
inspiring eager goosebumps

as if her skin had intimate knowledge
of a future threat, sending visible shivers
down her spine. Leather slipped quickly
through cloth with purpose, a loophole to ecstasy,
awaiting them both.

eyes
slid
shut

and that first lash was glorious.
blinding pleasure intensified
by pulsating moans from her base.
Each loud spank brought her closer
to the only death one ever awakes from.

In the end he was breathless.
and she was bruised.
they both left the room without words
feeling complete, for a short while,
and pleasantly used

submission is the only option
in her twisted world.
at least thats what she convinces herself
while his hand climbs between her *******
and curls, tightly,  around her neck

its never painful.
at least thats how she feels.
well, not this part.
the pain comes from her silence
but here, in this naked moment, she is heard.

He confirms it in the things he says
and how he looks at me,
that i am too round near my base
and too heavy on my feet.

that maybe I'm too insecure
and a bit too damaged to be here;
and i guess thats what i have to hear
to recognize i dont belong near.

i thought maybe i found my heart
but i was far too eager to share
and now im lost and falling apart;
too destroyed to care.