Come To Me

Black hearted, sadist, licentious sociopath.
The One I've chosen.
Tan, lean, perfectly fit form.
I'd lie there in the dark waiting for him to make me fuckin squirm.
His fingers, his tongue, found all my sweet spots.
Once I spoke of it. It was obvious he wanted to keep it hush.
Every touch rushed over me like morphine shots.
Yes, he made a noise, mmm, exposing only where his mouth was.
I came 8 times on that night.
Within his presence i have never felt more right.
I Love him to this day and will for many more.
He hurt me. He was never there when I woke.
I know he wanted to stay. I believe in his mind he thought he was too broke.
I imagined us together forever.
Even he hinted at times.
He knew I needed a stronger man.
The timing was not sublime.