sinfull bliss
I'm thinking of writing an original story. Since nothing else fits the idea.
Have you ever been kisses so tenderly it tore you apart? Have you ever cried because the touch of those lips on yours was so sweet that it broke your heart? Has someone ever been so delicate with you that you felt like striated glass ready to break into pieces with the slightest breeze? Have you ever been touched in a way that was so soft yet stung more than a knife in your back?
I was.
And it was bitter and sweet, desperate yet subtle. And it tasted of love and sin.
Have you ever been kisses so tenderly it tore you apart? Have you ever cried because the touch of those lips on yours was so sweet that it broke your heart? Has someone ever been so delicate with you that you felt like striated glass ready to break into pieces with the slightest breeze? Have you ever been touched in a way that was so soft yet stung more than a knife in your back?
I was.
And it was bitter and sweet, desperate yet subtle. And it tasted of love and sin.