We’re toxic as hell.
With you, it’s always thunderstorms and lightning bolts.
You screamed at me. I screamed at you.
Head to head. Chest to chest. Eyes to eyes.
Filled with hatred.
Frustration. Desperation.
Want. Longing. Passion.
The next time I know, my back is already against the cold
wall, your hands are clamped on my wrist, and our lips are claiming what’s
theirs.
Ravish me.
Make me yours.
Calm me with your rage.
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