I’ll never know


I’ll never feel your lips on mine. I’ll never wrestle with your tongue or bump noses. I’ll never feel your hips thrusting upon mine or the wetness as I slide my hand in your pants. I’ll never taste your sweet honey or suck your swollen clit. I’ll never quench my thirst when you squirt. I’ll never hear your sounds or the whispers in my ear. I’ll never have the pleasure of pleasing you. I’ll never have the pleasure of meeting you yet your scent lingers on my mind.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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