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I flit through the photos
Trying to find what you find.

My mind just wanders
about the woman

Who shows all her skin.

I see the bodies clashing.
Eyes ablaze, burning with the hope of release.

But it's no where to be found.

Instead of feeling the familiar ache
I feel numb,
Left behind.  

The woman on the screen seems to be the only thing I can relate to.
Her eyes distant and resentful.

I find no release.
only skin.
Bad acting
shame
and
dehumanization.

Enjoyed it
before
I worried
that
I'd see
someone
I love
in one.
Rough ,Wet, Make it hurt
Sore in the morning
No time to flirt
No love, no whispers
Not even a kiss
Like animals, Mechanical
Tasting this
Bruises, teeth marks,
hickeys, thirst
*******, licking, Harder, grinding
The spot, Almost
Screaming, finding
Spasm, tightening
******, blinding
***
The most awkward five minutes of my life.
The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.
Pure passion is ecstacy...
 Nov 2014 rachel Murphy
Paige
I love the freckle
underneath your eye,
that reminds me of
splattered paint.
For Dylan- I don't know what I would do without you

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