..And I get grabbed...gripped...firmly held on to.
How does a stranger hold so much power of me?
The hunger in his touch...
That takes me through a journey of blurred sensations...
Deep into a tempting valley of guilty pleasures...
I am lost to myself...Perhaps I will be found.
And then I feel her slipping away slowly...
This time I would follow her into the dungeon she has been held chained...
For sure, I promise.
You just gave words to feelings n it feels so nice. Awesome postπ I can read it again n again.
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