You promised not to leave. Linguistic salvation would have to be enough.
But it never is; true salvation is in the act. Your mute appeals were too quiet to ignore. I bound your hands and feet and left you to the whimpers of helpless sensation. I hinted at the purpose that may be yours.
Your missing pieces are not hidden.
I cut them in the shape of your broken parts.
Your words just knock me flat on the floor.. delicious.. devilment.
Almost leaves me speechless.. but didn’t you mean the shape of your broken parts?” not of of?
(grin.. couldnt help it.. you are too perfect now and then someone has to say something !)