Twisted

She soft like the sheets beneath my skin so I press my face into her and breathe her in
.
Intoxicating, so damn invigorating
My fingers fly into a frenzy with a desire to dig deep into her sides and hear her squeal
.
To feel her beneath me, squirming under my grip
The light of the window pane shining sharp into her bloodshot eyes
Tears and snot and purple lips
.
I bury my face into her chest and look up into her eyes.
She’s crying, god she’s crying.
Sobbing between gasps of anesthesia, eyes rolling back, struggling to stay awake.
.
And I fucking love it.
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