I nibbled at the bud between her legs protruding through her damp, swollen labia, her skirt hiked above her hips. Arching her back, she screamed my name and dug her stiletto nails into my back. I ate her like breakfast in the cabin of the airplane, not caring who could hear or see. She was the best meal I have ever had.
She feels me deep inside of her, pressing farther into her warmth. She arches her hips, spreading her legs wider, as I take her on top of the office printer.
It lasts only a moment, but for us it is a lifetime we will relive forever.
…and then the wind blew, and she was gone like a forgotten afterthought, leaving nothing behind but what-ifs.
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Take me back. You’re the only one as weird as me.
You left me without hesitation, so when you said you loved me, that must have been a figure of speech.
Love is like a ship trapped in a glass bottle. Sometimes, you must destroy something to have it. In the process, you may hurt yourself or break the very love you wished to have.
I desired to know her, desired to know her name. As she exited the train, I chased behind her, but the throng of merging bodies swallowed her up. I never learned her name. So, I have nicknamed her “Desire.” Whenever I see a flower, or hummingbird or anything beautiful, I whisper the name I gave her in hopes she will magically appear.
There are so many words to chose from, but none of them, not one, adequately describes who you are.
I say I hate you because deep inside I love you like I have never loved before. I silently hope saying I hate you will compel you to admit how much you love me.