lust
lust
bodies find comfort against walls. hers finds love against another’s. the wind that hits her back as she’s thrown against the plaster has the oxygen leaving her lips in a more surprising gasp than she intends. the body that joins hers is one she can’t remember. the name is lost on her lips as yura allows hands to meet hers, connecting them before she finds it useless and unnecessary.
she wants to touch; to be touched but that doesn’t mean she wants to be held.
it’s dark in the small room that hides behind closed eyes. her lips protrude out when she feels his lips against her neck, enough to have her own sound of delight elicit itself from her vocal chords; much louder than she feels. it’s like a porno except without the pause and retouching. it’s odd how fast they’re away from the door and already nude against the sheets.
her animalistic instincts rise from her bloodstream, veins darken as her nails claw at his back. she knows they’ll scar and she finds her teeth ripping at his shoulder at the thought. there’s pain but she knows she’s the one giving it and fortunately not receiving it.
that is until her eyes meet the unforeseeing glare of morning. red eyes blink away from their crusted closure, attempting to rid herself of the dream — and the eyes that seem to burn at backs of her irises.