Can He Do To You...
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
784
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
Yeah I own, I wrote, resembelance to dead/living etc is coincidence and it's fiction.
Sweet Symphony.
Porn.
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Kisses trail delicate skin and fingers map a trail - nay, a path of love over a body that trembles and shivers with each butterfly soft breath ghosted over it carrying whispers of divine passion.
Harsh breathing and gasped words try to echo the seductive secrets with all the grace of a broken man.
Nails scratch, break skin and the moon casts shadows deep enough to spotlight us like criminals.
No restraints are necessary when feelings bind and tug and hold on deeper than even the strongest rope.
Tears flow and reality sets in with the stars flowing so closely above it's as if faith can touch them with a stretched out hand.
I finally do know the taste of love, it's like whisky and chocolate with an aftertaste of kisses stolen in dark places.
Like powder from a gunshot wound with a shot of vodka to drown out the feelings.
It's like watching love die in slow motion on repeat and you'd take anything, anywhere with anyone to get away from this horror, this pain and this hideous feeling of emptiness and rage that's burning deep inside your soul, making your heart as black as the eyes of a murderer.
All is well, I suppose, all is in the name of divinity and deity's but lord above know - /I will never be the same/.
Love breaks like passion midnight tryst.
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Kisses trail delicate skin and fingers map a trail - nay, a path of love over a body that trembles and shivers with each butterfly soft breath ghosted over it carrying whispers of divine passion.
Harsh breathing and gasped words try to echo the seductive secrets with all the grace of a broken man.
Nails scratch, break skin and the moon casts shadows deep enough to spotlight us like criminals.
No restraints are necessary when feelings bind and tug and hold on deeper than even the strongest rope.
Tears flow and reality sets in with the stars flowing so closely above it's as if faith can touch them with a stretched out hand.
I finally do know the taste of love, it's like whisky and chocolate with an aftertaste of kisses stolen in dark places.
Like powder from a gunshot wound with a shot of vodka to drown out the feelings.
It's like watching love die in slow motion on repeat and you'd take anything, anywhere with anyone to get away from this horror, this pain and this hideous feeling of emptiness and rage that's burning deep inside your soul, making your heart as black as the eyes of a murderer.
All is well, I suppose, all is in the name of divinity and deity's but lord above know - /I will never be the same/.
Love breaks like passion midnight tryst.