Ending MELancholy Monday – Broken

There were times when I would breathe you in and I would have to hold my breath to keep my lungs alive.  My naked body against yours.  There was no end to us, tangled up like that.  It was real, it was strong... it was fucking amazing!  No ache that ever took place in me …

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An entry in the diary of a broken heart

I didn’t know what his return meant. I wondered whether he would take me again like he used to. Would he undresss me first, with his eyes, then with the strength of his hands? Would he kiss my cheek and linger there until I surrendered my mouth? My body reacted to the sound of his …

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