And after the first taste of his lips I was addicted, like herion and a needle pressed against my skin waiting to be injected.
Waiting to be filled with a great feeling. A high I could get from nothing else.
No one else but him.
There's no escape.
But it's okay because I don't want one.
I taste him and realize I have been starving my whole life.
By ^elle
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