The touch of this cool bag is making me weak. I feel it in my knees, up my spine, and down my arm to this hand that holds it.My mind whispers:Drink. The juicy thickness has my eyes dazed, numbing my humanity. Drink. A drip falls. And another. Gulp. Ah, the sweet taste of defeat followed by a blood stained smile of satisfaction.
KIM.
WHAT MORE IS THERE TO SAY.
AWESOME-NESS HAS STRUCK ITSELF WITH WONDERMENT AT THE MERE EMOTIONAL PLEASURE
ONCE THAT NAME CAME INTO EXISTENCE.
INTO EXISTENCE.
HOW MUCH MORE OF THAT NAME CAN THE NAME VANESSA CAPTURE.
TO GRASP IT. TO UNDERSTAND IT. TO BE LOST TO IT.
WHAT…
Staring into her eyes, she feels a trickle down her spine. Her body sends a rush of indescribable fluidity that makes her soul rumble and tumble. Constantly in an active motion. Craving increases, the soul aches. It needs the collision of fingertips and entanglement of legs. Thrusting in and out, loudly screaming passion.
He wished to take the pain away.
He couldn’t withstand it anymore.
Can’t think the thought to
create the action to stop.
He didn’t want to hear the screams;
the terror only witnessed behind
white doors.
There is more pounding
and screams.
He’s getting agitated, his fingers
are twitching as his fists get harder.
The harder the fist
the harder the punch
the louder she screams.
He’s gone too far.
He smirks at his deed and leaves her be,
at least the screams have ceased.
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