This was one threshold my toes just died to cross, torn by loyalties while tracing lacerations on your chest and thighs. Like a single wide blade my soles plow through the fresh bloody slashes across your skin, each wound opened further, and if for nothing else but to feel frissons take over our flesh.
I am very aware of the pain you endure from my evil, and why I am so eager to inflict more is quite astonishing even to this day. Your resistance is all that makes my womanhood weep for more, under my foothold where you belong, taken by all that possesses the person I’ve become.
The breath of you felt like the wind crawling under my flesh, and for a moment I didn’t even know who I was or where I am from, but this passed, for I knew who I am with…the one who set me free, and this love is meant to be.
There is pain in the pleasure and pleasure in the pain, any way you slice and dice this kind of love, lust, want, need, desire, and greed, it all boiled down to one thing…Trust.
©Zaria~
Trust…❤️
















