His fingers grazed my lips. And I was under his spell.
Five minutes ago I wanted to kill him, now all I wanted to do was rip his clothes of.
I hated how he had the power to make me melt at the snap of his fingers.
It wasn’t healthy, but I had still put my shoes on and made my way over to his house, when he called me.
I was like a dog on a leash. No matter what he did I always came back.
His lips covered mine and I was lost in him.
Why did I keep doing this? What was wrong with me.
I felt my clothes leave my body and he led me over to the bed.
I just needed a little bit more will power.
This would be the last time. Then I was done for good.
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