drinkyourcunt:You’ll find fragments of me later. Shards. Bits of me embedded in your flesh. Sam
drinkyourcunt: You’ll find fragments of me later. Shards. Bits of me embedded in your flesh. Same way my teeth dug into your neck. It’s Locard’s exchange principle. Splinter a baseball bat over a windshield and you’ll find wood in the glass and glass in the wood. You just have to look. And later, when you look, you’ll find splintered, cracked bits of me. Flashes, sounds, pictures of me touching you, all of it lodged in you tight. And the more you pick at me, the more you’ll bleed: warm, wet want. You’ll call me to tend to your wounds and we’ll fuck like it’s vandalism. -- source link