The touch melted into my skin
Infusing itself into my bloodstream
My veins constricting, like a snake with its prey
My breath I try to catch it before it escapes
The way my body begged for control, begged control from becoming irrefusaly relaxed
My soul rose for a moment feeling free and open
The mind told the soul to stay inside
The soul couldn't keep silent
The muscles tensed into a pleasured relief sensation
It was done
The soul felt rich
The mind felt sick
The soul begged to feel it again
The mind begged for it to be forgotten
The soul apologized profusely to the mind
The soul pleading begging to be understood
My muscles were tense and relaxed comfortable but uncomfortable the smooth curls and motions of the body flowed so well, so well it could have been perfect
The mind pushed the soul down, demeaning him over and over again
The soul became ever so silent
The soul cried out pleading for another chance
It may have been perfect it may have been sweet
The finger tips were terrifyingly calm
The soul was drugged from its own biology, their very existence to cause shame and feelings of worthlessness
The mind reminisced on how the soul was the monster, the monsters of herself that she couldn't destroy without killing her very being
The mind was gazing around...