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Murder sHE WROTE
Murder sHE WROTE
I replay her murder every time I lay on our sheets . My love too suffocating for her to handle. She couldn’t breath. Knees straddling over her body. [...]
HOME
HOME
Being in your arms is the most at home I’ve felt in a while. There is something about your warmth, your touch, your skin. A body manifest into a [...]
Tell Me
Tell Me
I invite you in. It's an open door policy. Take control. Show me my limits. Show me how to be loved. Show me where to be loved. It's all your's. As long as [...]
She Waits…
She Waits…
She said she was scared of being hurt. I promised her a future different from her past. She said she ain’t ever been loved like this as I pressed my supple [...]
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