I just dreamt up a solution to my writing woes. Okay, that’s being a bit dramatic. I really only found a way to post today… even if my head and heart feel empty.
That’s a thing, right? I’m going to take advantage of it… and throwback to almost two years ago for this post.
Warning (or Promise?): This is not for the kids. It’s kind of… graphic. I was obviously feeling some pretty strong emotions when I wrote it. Angry ones… and um… other ones, too. If you are easily offended, please don’t hold this post against me. I really am a sweet, kind, loving girl.
letter never sent. (originally posted on 3 March 2016)
Please… 18+. Thank you. Rated M for mature.
Dear Man Who Threw Me Away,
You don’t get to have me anymore. I bet you think I’m the one grieving. And maybe I am. But you are, too, whether you admit it or not – whether you realize it or not. You have lost someone amazing and sexy as fuck. And you do not get to touch me anymore.
Your mouth cannot taste my sweet tongue. Your hands will never again pull me close and hold on tight. My body will never be close enough for you to feel my heat and my pounding heart. The delicious scent of me is forever gone… for you.
Never again will you touch my warm skin, slowly run your hand down my arm and back up. The fingers sinking into my beautiful silky soft hair will belong to another. Tearing off my clothes is over for you. No pulling off my shirt, no unclasping my bra, no lifting my skirt.
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