Sometimes, the sharp cold winter air just makes you curl up in your sheets and feel more the empty space next to you. It brings back ….feelings.
The cold is severe. My cheeks are red. My body is hiding from flashes of memories.
When you pinned me to the wall, grabbed my hips. My breath you stole.
My 27th sin, my burning ache for you. I want my first redemption.
And..my lips are still parting recklessly when I think of you. Damn, this is so hard.
Just with a strong hold of my hand, you had all of me. And me, with everything I have strong inside, I cannot have me.
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