I want her romance when she has none to give. Only sex. I want her smoothness.
I did it. Her small cry, no, her cry of loosed need was a cry of strength so that there was nurture to me. She had made me need that. To hear her. And it has ruined me.
She ruined me. I want to hear her like the cry of something small; feral need released in a song. For seconds, a…
