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Apr 2017
Your arms are wrapped around my neck
containing me, choking me,
holding me in place
so you can **** me faster. You push
yourself against me in the hopes
of me returning the gesture
but instead, you're crushing
the air from me and now I'm deflated.
Heart-throb.
You touch me
but there's no more to you than skin.
You don't want me,
nobody does.
So don't touch me with those hands of yours
and pretend like you do.
~~ If hugs were bad you'd be poison. ~~
Scarlet Niamh
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Scarlet Niamh  21/Aberdeen
(21/Aberdeen)   
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