Thursday, 15 May 2014

As much as I do

It's like someone running a lighter across your bare skin, the flame licking at your flesh the heat sinking into your blood and burning it. It's like having a headache, even when you try to think about other things your mind's constantly darting back to that. Every curve, every contour, each freckle, every shade of colour in those eyes, are all branded in my mind and the memory of sensation is a constant ache inside.
A man with a never ending hard on, that must be the only equivalent. Imagine how that would feel. Thirst that's unquenchable, heat that's never cooled down. That is how I feel every time I think about your god forsaken hateful face. No one will ever want you as much as I do.

No comments:

Post a Comment