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I will take the suffering or I will take the love. I will accept it with open hands or eagerly lick it from the cut. And I know it should but it matters not. This is my oath, my covenant to you. You ask for vows but for now all I can give you is
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You believe the devil to be a gentleman, a fallen angel, a demon.. And a thing to be feared above all. But I do not. Have you ever felt the wrath, the cunning, the resolve of a woman scorned? One who has been torn apart and left to die too many times? One who must
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holding space. they say it alters youto be understoodyet I am no less honed or wantingthan I ever wasbut there is one now who listens with intentionwith an ear that seeks to comprehendwhat I have not made words forholding my arms to my sidesresting my resistancegiving love a purposeand I feel stabilizedgrounded almoststill in such
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surrender. is this what it means to be corrupted?I ask myselfas he spreads my thighs like dirty secretsalready painted red with the evidence of ownership and defiant desire that waits for nothingmy back arched, my hips compliantsurrendering with easeand no attempt to hide my wet and eager willingnessit’s written all over my body language and
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Dear Me, I am writing this to you, in hopes, that somehow maybe time will learn to bend, and that perhaps 20 or maybe even 30 years will not be wasted. I know how you hate yourself. And how often you look in the mirror and all you see are the things you wish you
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bruised. she feels the most alluringjust beforeintactuntouchedbut I say nono becauseunhindered perfectionnever suited my mind or my bodyit is better when handledwhen dealt withleft in breathless disarraymauled, battered, flushedred handprints framing slopes and curvespurple streaks within a gold rushtake, give, grab, releasethe skin at the endthe story of the strugglethis is when I am the
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i was yourscompletelyand all the whileyou wereeveryone else’s the blood& the bones I gave right down to my marrow. I was all of yours holding nothing back for myself. I thought this was the way. And while now I see this was my first mistake, as I was so focused on making sure you knew
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without end. when you tied the knotswhen you pulled the leathertautyou had no intention of leaving meconfinedforever yet here I amstillboundto youto what you tookto how it feltto what you leftalthough the spot is long cold where you used to exist I cannot forget youand there is no chance of replicationwith any other of what
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a need. I can see how, in life, being a controlled impassive male would be beneficial. I am quite sure the reticent and even restricted man is an easier route to pursue. And how he would think the wisest move is to be one who’s self governance protects him from indulgent pleasure and his heart
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he arrived slowlyI’ll admitand mostlyI was still runningagainst my better judgementhe caught upand unexpectedlycame out in frontand then the placethat was always vacantwhere only impossible stoodbecame undeniablyfull of himand now there is no thoughtof futureor of today evenwhere my hand is not in his the blood& the bones
The Blood & The Bones 