Last night I dreamt that she returned to me. The doorbell rand and there she was, just with a small suitcase and with her heart on a golden platter.
“Take it, it’s all yours. But please don’t make it bleed”.
I took her in my arms and made love for hours, loosing ourselves in an ocean of passion, timeless and out of this world.
And then I woke up, and she was not there. It was all just a dream.
I started to hate my smell when it’s not combined with hers. I hate my lips that miss the marks of her lips and bites. I hate myself and I love her.
Cumandfornication 