Burn

It was so intense.
Every time wesnuck out escaped reality, every time we closed our eyes to the world, I couldn’t breathe.
I didn’t need oxygen. I just needed him.
Mike.
In me, around me, hands over sweat soaked skin, passion.
Tangled in hotel room blankets, my gasps echoed off the walls as he entered me, hard want coated in palm warmed oil.
There was no pain.
Never pain.
Purely pleasure as my hair is gripped by talented fingers, crystal blue staring into my soul whilst bruised lips ghost ‘Billie’ over my heated skin.
My grip on consciousness is always moving.
Mike’s back, hair, the headboard and silken sheets. Desperately trying to hold on just that little bit longer before ecstasy consumes.
It burns.
It’s ripping my nervous system out from my very core.
My grip falters.
I’m gone.
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I wake to find my picture of perfection beside me.
He’s always there.
Brushing back my hair and kissing me softly.
Lulling me to sleep before reality returns.
I’m safe here.