Why? Why did I have to meet you? Why did I let you in my life? Why did I share my regrets with you? I remember when we first talked. I remember when you first dmd me. I remember how I sat on your lap for the first time and you rested your head on my chest while I played with your hair. I remember how after that, on a Tuesday, we were sitting down and you grabbed my legs, pulled me in towards you and put them on your lap. I remember how your hands softly caressed my thighs. I remember how, on a Thursday, I rested my head on your chest for the first time and how you held me and listened while I told you some things barely anyone knew about me. And I remember the way you held me and how my worries dissipated in your arms.
Now I look at you from far and I just feel uneasy. I feel the hate and the anger within my love. I wish I didn’t feel like this. I’ve never loved someone like this. And I hate to admit it, but you might’ve been my first love. This hurts so much. You’ve moved on. You don’t care anymore. And why should you? You can have any girl you want. And I hate you for that because I probably was one of those girls. Nothing special about me. Just another “pretty” face in your life. “You’re just different.” “I’ve never related to someone as much as I relate to you.” *******. But at least it made me feel special for a little while, so thank you for the beautiful lie. I did love you. Still do. That’s probably why I have all this anger inside of me.
sins slip through your lips your voice, like a spell it parted my lips oh, so persuasive got me gripping my sheets gasping wishing you were here feeling your hand tightening around my neck as you work your way up inside of me so forbidden that it makes it even more desirable i crave you ***** talks filthy thoughts i can feel you you got me edging driving me crazy i know you want to be here but Daddy can only hear.
when i get angry or sad i just want to get ****** hard against a wall to the point where i beg for mercy and cry *** is my escape from strong emotions so please make me choke on your **** and swallow your salty potion i might be broken but im not looking to be fixed i just want to be ******* like im some **** and to see you having fun using your whips on my skin.
your hands on my hips so firm while we aggressively kiss hungry for each other you bite my lower lip oh master, you look so celestial your black, leather belt on my soft, pale neck please, tighten it up take me to that high drive me crazy whip me up and call me out punish your ***** little s l u t for being such a b r a t.
this feeling of being so empty of me becoming you feeling how little by little you erode my heart with the waters of your dark rivers that slowly win the war against my pure oceans
how can i hate this feeling without hating you how can i get rid of it without making you leave how can i k i l l it without hurting you please tell me because i’m running out of feelings for you to play with.
How can someone’s touch feel so heavenly when it’s full of sinful intentions? How can such a raspy voice soak you this much? oh Baby, your breath on my neck takes my oxygen away Your words, your moans got me gasping for air Please do not let go of my hips Make me feel glorious with just a lick I’ll get on my knees and wash away your sins.