the languid touch

It is dangerous to push yourself against that edge in the hope the cuts it leaves behind are ones that will be reminders, small scars on the inside, that tell you that you were there, that you were possessed completely.

Cruelty comes easy, but it is the languid gentle touch that cuts deepest; a finger along the cheek, warm breath tickling skin, light kisses that taste the curve of a breast.

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