And when the flush hearts orbit each other until gravity collapses the barriers and you the fall with strands of passion and sinew writhing twisting pulsing your desires out of you ….into you alive in the fire of the flesh the soul and the corporeal a unison offering sense of the two oh…. but for the trespass of the heart
There are worse places, little girl. Worse hells. This isn’t one of them. There are depths you haven’t yet seen, where the dive alone would **** you. The sea monster of my depths, curled still, and waiting, waiting for me. I imagine his hand on my ***. I imagine all the trespasses I would never let happen (never again). There is the scene of the crime— I’ll be there once again— I’ll take a photograph of it again— where he knew, despite the hand that he let caress its way downward, despite his fingers that fumbled towards ecstasy, he knew— he knew that he never should have touched me.
The conversation about consent should have started a long time ago.
One black night thinking about reality of life she, unknowingly let her mind wander in the forbidden land ruled by darkness, the place where demons lurk and attack every thought trespassing the territory the next morning she found her thoughts wounded bleeding dying at that moment she realised this is the reality of life!! But it was so late that nothing could be done, she now was the prisoner of the forbidden kingdom... and that was her EVER AFTER !!