Every part of my body felt a pleasure I couldn't describe.
I could feel my strength lessening, causing my limbs' demise.
To him I went again and again.. so much, I lost count of how many times.
Came.. that's what I did, that's what I meant.
Real quick, I'll vent, never, had I ever, felt anything like this. He slipped in and out of my folds and it seemed my soul cried tears of joy.. and soon, my body would tears of gold...
I felt the urge and announced, but he only grew motivation and chuckled.
Eventually, the feeling had greatened and become too strong to hold. But before I could get there, sorrow awakened, me with it, and replaced that faint memory of bliss.
Another one.
The realization sat in, accompanied with crying.
I held the frame, sympathizing with the two faces:
One robbed of life and one robbed of happiness.
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