Your deepest kiss, tongue steeped in whiskey, will bring me back from the edge of despair.
Despair that what once was taken for granted is now and forever lost.
Lost to a new normal and she is a cold calculating bitch, relishing in the pleasures she’s locked away.
To never again have your hand massage the soft curves of my breasts and tease my hardened nipples—mercilessly.
To never again bend over taut muscles caressing my tum as I await love’s sweet sting across my round bottom.
To never again kneel at your feet with greed and consumption in my mind and eyes.
To never again feel the heat and pressure of your unsheathed masculinity between my open thighs.
To lust in vain. To die of pain.
To lose all but my words and these potent visions.
Command me back! Now, surrender and let you make the decision.
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