Skin. Hers to be exact, was something that took over my thoughts within seconds of coming in contact with it. Her skin was smooth and as soft as my coat. It reddened under my belt when she was disobedient. The print of my tie was left on her wrists as a reminder of the night before. The bruises on her neck when she decided to be rebellious. The feeling of her lips on me, when I demanded it. Her skin was what made reality disappear. Her skin was what made life live able. Her skin, was what I needed to continue. It was her skin that made me feel okay again.All Rights Reserved
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