I both smelled you and felt you.Before I ever meant you.We are nowhere compatible, butthe thought of you excited me.When that moment came I could not resist.I'm a slave to my desires, my passion overwhelmed me.You are not what I'm used to.But don't worry I am all for you.Weakly submissive, my soft longing.Heat and moist forming shapes in front of my eyes.You make me restless and breathless.Our veins were on fire. Insatiable.
It started beating heavily upon us, stabbing every inch of our skin.My forbidden fruit, my heavenly sin…
-written on Feb 1, 2015, edited on July 29, 2018
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Cassiie Etienne
28 years old. I have been writing for as long as I could remember. For some reason writing was the only way I could express myself when I was younger and it still is one of the best ways I express myself.
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