Fingers tracing my skin.

I really want to fight.

My attempts are failing at not giving in.

You're making me lose my might.

Seductive and it presses me harder.

Desire overwhelms my mind.

I know you're trying to break me.

You touched my hair softly.

Why can't these thoughts just leave my head.

I wanted to die right here and now.

You muttered at me, but I can't hear what you said.

Arms slide possessively around my waist.

I wish I had a gun.

Lips pressing hungrily to my neck.

I scratch your back.

You groan into my shoulder.

My teeth sink into your skin.

Can't you stop killing me?

My eyes flash dimly and I clutch my pillow to my face.

Looking around my empty room,

Your voice is ringing in my ears though your not here.

I sigh.

You see, the thing about sex is. . .

There has to be two people to have it.