Dear lips,
You are forced upon, licked, touched, kissed, exploited. All without my permission. Every time, he muffles your pleads and begs to stop with his own lips.
Before, you were soft and innocent but now, you've turned sinful and impure. You are chapped and broken. I don't want to fix it though.
They say the cold weather cracks your lips but I think he was the superior cause of your rough demeanour. I can't be bothered to fix it. Maybe if everything ends now, it will all be fixed.
YOU ARE READING
EPHEMERAL
Short Story[ inspired by twirlingwands' 'pithy' ] SHE WAS SORRY FOR THE INFLICTION DONE TO HER TEMPLE, THOUGH IT WAS NOT HER FAULT.
