My Seether has been under lock and key through these past dull, desolate days
into weeks
into months
ad infinitum
But you break through all my carefully constructed defences- without knowledge, without effort, without will.
Those flashes I fight: your skin goose pimpling as the ice cube wends its way over your skin. The sharp intakes of breath and the soft moans of pleasure. Sheer strength meeting soft yielding. Liquid pulsations of desire. Salty tang of your neck, exposed but never vulnerable. Thud, flinch, sting, teeth gritted, forgetting to breathe. On my knees, worshipfully. Bent over, willingly. Reclining, wantonly. Embracing and reclaiming myself with every flick of the tongue, every whispered exhortation, every whimpering plea.
Something I can never have, but always part of me
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