Sweetness

I suffer so much from wanting it all.

I want the biting sting, but I also crave sweetness.  Saccharine promises and breathless confessions across red, raw flesh.  Studded kisses and barbed sighs, hugs that bind and nails into delicate skin.  Grating, grinding, abrasive edges around soft, gentle and simple.

I want my sweetness rough.

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