Diary of a Woman who can't let go.
You're fighting it, he says.
My hands lose themselves in his curls.
Stop fighting it, He says, and I pull his hair closer, then, I push him away.
Fuck, babe. He groans, and my eyes rolls to the back of my head in mesmerizing pleasure.
Let go, he mumbles, his mouth never leaving me, touturing, maiming, destroying and pleasuring me.
Just chill.
Oh God, hot tears blind my vision, and there are not of pain, no, they are of something I can't fathom at the moment, but what I know is I can't let go, at least not yet.
8:43am.
26;07;2021.RANTS.
No, She didn't reach her orgasm, Incase you were wondering.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...