You come home. The taste of you on my lips so near to gone and I eat you up as if I’ve lived a year of hunger. I spit at you. Throwing up bile into your ears as I leave scars on your skin from my talons.
You come home. 
The taste of you on my lips so near to gone and I eat you up as if I’ve lived a year of hunger. 
I spit at you. 
Throwing up bile into your ears as I leave scars on your skin from my talons.  lo ve stories
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bettymh98
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A little piece I wrote a while ago, never showed people my writing before so here goes nothing

You come home. The taste of you on my lips so near to gone and I eat you up as if I’ve lived a year of hunger. I spit at you. Throwing up bile into your ears as I leave scars on your skin from my talons.

You undress me. My body quivering under you as my legs open to sun filled plateaus and you paint lakes within them. I cut into you. Fingers like claws in your back as you whisper how you’ve missed me and I whisper fuck you. Fuck you so much.

You look at me. Your eyes melt into mine and you can feel my soul. I moan for you as you bath in me and god damn it you feel so right. I hate you.

I hate you just as much as I love you. Anger burning ulcers into my stomach. Euphoria healing my wounds. You engulf me. Sweet sweet poison; tasting like brown sugar, burning like hot coals. Just cold enough to walk on.

I forgive you. You change. I trust you. You win. I becomes we and you becomes us.

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