There are times I don't wish to make love to you ,baby. I want to fuck you. Hear your mourns as your insides flutter with hormones that give you the best orgasm of your goddamed life.
I wish to touch you along your spine, kiss it, feel each inch of you. I want to jumble my legs with yours and entwine my fingers with yours while you are all over me like the blanket I wear each night to escape this city. Country. World. Galaxy. Universe.
I wear you like the forgotten alibi from the last sin I ever committed.
Like the blood stained napkins from the night I murdered my own self to give birth to the woman this world would accept.
But right now. When you're inside of me, I want to go back to the woman I was.
Before the world made amends and I died.
Tonight. I want to feel your liquids rushing against mine. I want to feel your skin caress mine, your hands cuff mine while you get inside of me- Deeper. A little more.
I want be the same woman who wasn't the broken scars and pretty dolls. I want to be the crazy hippie with her legs as open as her mind, breathlessly wandering in space wanting to live her life on her terms.
Tonight. I am the woman that was. Savage.
Tonight. A woman is dead. Another reincarnated.
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