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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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