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One by One

Tiny pieces of her heart, the fibers of her being, left one by one with every sorry word that ent

The acceptance

In the blistering cold, she felt the heat radiating from his hands as they explored her body. She

The essence of him

There are no words to describe the feeling of his essence. His scent was toxic.  The kind that I

“Look but don’t touch”

Seeing you now makes my heart sink. Knowing that you’re right there and I can’t have you, can

I. am. addicted.

I feel you when you’re not here. I can be in the midst of my day, and taste you. My heart a

The Fearfully Pleasing Storm

Yet another tornado, embracing me with no plans of letting go- The sensation of your pull was fea