‘Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love’ (Shakespeare)

Indeed, there have been lovers, but none so closed as you…
How tight your lips are when I express myself in your mouth…
Grimacing at the memory of every woman you never loved…
Those blasted shackles of all that happened – before me – before you –
Incapable of anything more than a painful touch;
that penetrates all we will never be…

LJ

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