I want to claw at your insecurities and clench at the throat of your flaws literally until your self- conscious thoughts will suffocate inside.
Our moans then erode inside your soiled heart and blooms beautifully into something more.
I want you to feel the beauty that i see in you every time we touch.
My lungs still crave to inhale your existence, once I had whispered you away i would forget how to breathe.
I want you to remember what it feels like to let go of every part of your soul, to give it up to me and die a little in my arms. I
died in yours, more than once.
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