It’s not innocent anymore; can’t be with you, as your mutual respect is continually blackened in lust.
Pain becomes a drug - intolerance leaving the cravings impossible to ignore.
She’s an epitome of hurt. Burn that sickly-sweet desperation onto skin. Feel it; feel the burn. Let her know you can’t live without her when your name reverberates from her lips. Call her lie when she says she doesn’t want you. Feel the burn of her skin on yours as she brushes past to leave.
Stop.
Love her. Just hold her innocently, forget that guilty pleasure - at least for now.
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Intense
“I can’t believe you promised you will do that! You’ve always told me love is more important that anything. I believed you.” His words are harsh, the utterances flutter against the fine hairs in your ears.
“Take it back,” he shouts. “You hypocrite, standing there in your designer clothes. Anything between us is off now!” His words light liquid fire in your blood, send bolts of passion through your heart. Tingles of pure intrigue at his selection of lexis tremble gently between your ears. You’re lost, can’t recall his words.
And it’s so un-fucking-believable how intense selective hearing can be.
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