It’s been half a year, and I still miss your mouth on my neck, and that’s so stupid, but I can’t help it as much as I want to. I want your hands on me, you inside me. I want to feel your skin, smell your flesh, taste every part of you.
Pain ripples through my bones, sends aftershocks trembling over my skin, and I don’t know where it comes from. I vibrate with hot breaths, flying fast from lungs that don’t feel like mine, while flames rip their way out of my eyes, and the air thickens, pollutes my mouth, yet I gasp for it because […]