.hurt.

As I lay with you there is nothing in the world that can bring me down.  As I touch your face, your skin so smooth, your delicious lips at my fingertips, those eyes.. those eyes.
They pierce my soul. They are the bullet fired at close range, ripping through me as it enters, destroying everything in it's path before it exits leaving me in a state of disrepair. You've destroyed my resale value. Not that no one else would want me, but that no one else can drive me the way you do. You're the only one that I want. Have I been on your mind too? You hang on my every word. You have the ability to leave me breathless, feeling like I've been given a highway with no one on it.  When will I see you again? I never know when or even if I will get to touch you once more. I quietly accept my position as the sweet makes the bitter very worth while.

But please lover, be careful with your words, for they too pierce far deeper than you may ever know. A single word can scorch like a branding iron with the proper delivery. You have displayed a great many skills. As talented you are at being a lover, you are equally skillful at the art of destruction. You've displayed adequately your ability to turn into a weapon when you are displeased and oft do not consider the entire picture; you do not always patient for clarity. I only ever want to please you, so please..don't ever want to hurt me.

My tolerance for pain ends at the physical kind. I willingly give you my everything. It means a great deal to me, so please take special care of it. And if you should find it doesn't meet your standards, return it in the state you first found it. Don't destroy it. Please.

Photo credit: @YetUntamed

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