If you were filled with sorrow and could not get out of bed, I'd crawl under the covers and wrap my naked arms around you so you would feel safe.
If you lost your appetite and couldn't stand the thought of eating, I'd cook you food filled with my love and feed you until you felt hungry and strong.
If you were angry, or frustrated, or pissed off at God, I'd grip my cunt around your cock so you could release the rage inside you.
If you felt alone and like your whole world was collapsing down around you, I'd stay with you until you never felt lonely again.
And if all you needed was the sound of my voice but were too afraid to ask, I'd write you a love poem and record it so you could always have me with you wherever your life takes you.
About the Creator
Adriana Karagozian
I am an ever-changing ameba of creative thought that transcends any specific genre. My writing is spiritual in nature, but I tend to traverse my way through many realms: like fantasy, fiction, non-ficiton, experiential and erotica.
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