Fingers tracing my skin.
I really want to fight.
My attempts are failing at not giving in.
You're making me lose my might.
Seductive and it presses me harder.
Desire overwhelms my mind.
I know you're trying to break me.
You touched my hair softly.
Why can't these thoughts just leave my head.
I wanted to die right here and now.
You muttered at me, but I can't hear what you said.
Arms slide possessively around my waist.
I wish I had a gun.
Lips pressing hungrily to my neck.
I scratch your back.
You groan into my shoulder.
My teeth sink into your skin.
Can't you stop killing me?
My eyes flash dimly and I clutch my pillow to my face.
Looking around my empty room,
Your voice is ringing in my ears though your not here.
I sigh.
You see, the thing about sex is. . .
There has to be two people to have it.
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