I was hooked on her pervert way of stripping me with a single glance. From the dirty words he whispers to me no matter where I am.
One of those morbid messages that pop up anytime, warning me that it will soon come back for me.
I wrapped myself in her hands crawling impatiently.
From the heat of his body when he pulls me against the wall and makes me forget how to breathe.
Of her scent blending with mine, lingers on my skin even after she's gone.
I'm so locked up in the brutal way it makes me lose control.
Of her breathing breaking against my neck.
That's the way he's so naughty to touch me, convinced that I belong to him.
And yes... I got intoxicated.
But i dont talk about love..
Because it is not the heart that thinks so...
it's my skin that misses him. 🥀
®️ Jasmine Law ✨
February 27, 2023.
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