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...caught up

Image by @themanuc Words by Sapphire
Aug 15, 2016
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...there was something about the way he wrote on walls ...he used his pen with precise precision… ...relishing in the satisfaction of me giving in… …me giving him his fix… …him scratching an itch no one else could ever reach… …finding peace between parted thighs, wet kisses, and soaking wet sheets …he wrote on every piece of me… …he wrote until tears streamed down my face and my entire history was replaced in a heap of sweat, moans and soft sighs… …he wrote until I no longer spoke words... …only mouthed silent verbs until I released… …he wrote until broken pieces of me became whole… …claiming my soul as his territory… …planting seeds into fertile ground… …awaiting the birth of beautiful in our slumber…