Her mind is a labyrinth of what-ifs and have-nots. A self-inflicted maze which spirals... Twists... And constricts... Until finally cascading into what she craves and fears most.
Tag: Cravings
Craving
Your rough exterior was so
sharp and sour to me.
Intense and unforgiving.
But as I let you sit on my tongue…
Slowly you melted away into
something so suddenly sweet.
Leaving me with a hunger
and only wanting more.
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