your name jumps out of my lips and god, it sounds more religious than a prayer
but oh so dirty
i hear you echo in my mind and although its noise without any words i still need some time to bring back the air that just exited my lungs
i need you, to touch you and feel you
i miss your hands, how you held me both as fragile flower and as a puppet, you broke me and fixed me and i loved it both
i love it still
when it hurt i was intoxicated by the pain
i could beg and beg and beg for you if that means getting you to just come back to me
please
use me again