Do you remember the nights we made love?

we would die our Little Deaths. Reaching for Heaven

How those moments are so vivid in my mind

My thighs quivering, my pussy wet as the memories linger!

Even now I still hunger for you, my body aches for your touch

Let us die our Little Deaths

♥writing was all I had, all I’ve ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.♥ each of us has a story to tell. Leave your thoughts. Leave your comments.

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