Something along the lines of wanting to bash your face in and then kiss you slowly, blood swallowing us whole as your hands skim over my skin like your eyes do a book. I wonder if you remember the way that I taste, If you remember the way that I sound when you do all those horrible things to me, because I remember how you sound. So sweet, so true. So delicate under the dim lights in the room, oh how I wish to see you one more time. Simply so I can feel everything I felt in that moment when you finally made me yours.
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