To wake up at his side, to see that half sleep smile in the mornings, to feel his arms stoping me when I try to move out of the bed, saying sweet things into my ear in a sleepy voice.
Please, let me feel annoyed at his silly pick up lines and superiority attitude.
Hot, demanding lips that taste like expensive whisky and marihuana. Hard bites on my neck that scare me and left me wishing for more. Raspy, unshaven beard that makes me shiver like in the coldest of winters.
You are my saviour, my light in the shadow, no drug can make me feel as good and alive as you do… I’m sorry I couldn’t…
No, no, no… This isn’t real, just another bad dream… Just another… Another…
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