public glancesall sharp and nastyyet behind those looksyour eyes scanthe landscapeas you take inthe rise ofmy ebony moundsand stare at my nipslonging to caressthem with the warmthof your fingertipscareful not to be noticedas your eyes drift frommy nips to my hipsand to the gapbetween my thighsforcing the spacein your slacksto lessen yetkeeping yourlack and lusting ...

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your non-verbal moaned I am yours sweet, vulnerable and... powerful at the same time

My body starves for passion But - your touch is vacuous

I want you to strip my dying heart. I want your lips to tease my skin, I want you to show me how much I need you, I want to show you how much I want to undress your clothes from your skin, I want to feel you deep within my core, I want us ...

I can see you sitting across from me. Your eyes were dark and eerie. But there was nothing about you that screams danger. Your stance was high but the way the calmness of your stance starts to still me. You’re alone at the piano. The quickness of your fingers and the soulful music you were ...

The heat from your lips starts to warm my body from within, I arch my back from your gentle touch, The restraints kept me in place, I’m bounded to this bed by your aching love and your gentle touch.

I have been thinking about how the world is changing and how as a person I have changed over the years. A decade ago, if I wasn’t in school or actively speaking with someone, I had headphones on my head. I would always replace them in a matter of hours when they shorted out or ...

I’ve been stuck in this void, A deep void that sends me into madness, I’ve been kept silent, Silent like the deep night sky, I’ve been afraid all my life, Afraid that I might do something wrong, I’ve been stuck my whole life…

Parts One through Nineteen can be read here. Cyrus ordered me to remove my clothes. His voice was gruff and tinged with contempt. The ache in my body made my movements slow and tight, and I could feel him losing his patience with me. When we first met, he regarded me with curiosity and a ...