She started with caution, peeling off my skin layer by layer, exposing the shell I had built around myself.
Her soft, loving, gentle hands ripped me open until my secrets were laid bare, only for her eyes.
I craved to be shattered, consumed.
Dissect me, not for your sake, but for mine.
But only after you have patiently pierced through the barriers I have conjured.
When patience runs out, greed takes over. She ravages, mutilates, and mangles every bitter gem hidden under my flesh.
Until I am nothing but ****** hands and crimson lips.
this is something i wrote a long time ago, happy first post!!
