Utterly Tempestuous
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Last published Tue, May 10, 2022
Heartbreak. Euphoria. Anguish. Bliss. Desire.
This is what I want to evoke in you, I want to reach my hand in your chest and control the beating of your heart breaking down the walls that surround it and telling you stories of something you didn't know you wanted. Something you didn't know you craved.
I want you to feel every emotion so much that it's overwhelming.
Desire:
"Can I fuck you?"
"Please?"
I let out a whimper as I kiss down the base of her throat....
"Until you arch that back of yours and close those pretty legs because it feels too much. Feels too good."
Anguish:
I've let you break me and break me until I couldn't breathe.
I've let you drown me in hopeless expectations.
I've let you crush me under manipulative pain and anger disguised as help.
You wrapped your arms around me and crushed my lungs between your fingers...
Euphoria:
I'll never have enough time with her.
I could count every star, every constellation in the sky and I still wouldn't have enough time to love her.
Loving her is giving her your heart and she'll put it beside her window giving it all the reassurance and trust you need in the form of sunlight....
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