Forlonging
You promised not to break your promises. That's a thousand promises broken.
By Ella TroupPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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My flesh burns on your icy skin
My heart aches for your passive passion
Your absent stare
Your empty promise
Sad, embellished words.
Why do you stir when she walks through the door?
But lay with me for hours
Still as death.
Where is the fire?
Mine roaring
You are a simmer.
We make love
And your force your mantra inside me
Penetrate me with submission
My walls crumbling around your domination.
Hold me back
And hold me down
By my throat.
I didn't want to breathe anyway.
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