Black wings, a flutter against my skull. I see you and can’t stop the thoughts. Is this mania? When I see the skin beneath your ear, all I can think about is how soft it is, how vulnerable. Teeth or blade? Kiss or bite? Predation. Lust.
Thoughts, bubbling like black water. Thoughts red and bloody.
Id rattling the bars. I am a shell.
A caress that precedes a slap, your hand around my throat. A threatening squeeze that echoes in my cunt.
My nails in your back, dragging skin until thin blood mixes with hot sweat.
Later, when we are spent, bruised and battered we will weep.
Drop salt tears on my breast, your cock hard again in my hand.
I am want.
I am need.
*I am longing for what is lost.
I will craft nerd about this tomorrow and explain a thing. Also it is dedicated to and inspired by one of my Muses Remittance Girl.