Cigarettes After Sex

You're All I Want

I didn't do this to her by accident.

I didn't just fuck her.

It meant so much more to her than she could have ever imagined.  

When she held my arm, it signified that I was her pillar of strength.

It was clear with every lengthy kiss I gave her neck that I was willing to bear her suffering as if it were my own. 

In the depths of her soul, she has inscribed the word "loyalty" in gold.

My forehead brushed hers as a sign of my understanding and she felt the same way. 

There was more to it than just a sexual relationship here.