I wish you would stop looking at me with those dark, hypnotizing eyes of yours. I don’t want to look at you, I don’t want to fall deeper into this mess we’ve made for one another. I don’t want your filthy, rough hands caressing every inch of my body. I don’t want your touch to make my body tremble, deep down to my bones. I don’t want your warm tongue to make me squire and excite my hips. I don’t want you to press your body against mine and I don’t want our breaths to grow heavy. I don’t want to feel every inch of you and I don’t want you to ever make your way inside.

No, I don’t want any of this from you at all;
I need it.

 

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