August 19, 2010 § 1 Comment
Smashed glass and crushed rose’s now lay scattered across the floor.
The once lit candles now stale and hard.
The windows that reflected tiny dancing reflections of colour now broken and smudged against the shocking white of the wooden floorboards.
The anger of harsh whispers and dark tears filling the room as his hand grabbed for her.
His apologies running desperately against her neck, across her thighs.
Her kisses pulling all the secrets from him.
His hands pushing her against the cold stone of the wall, raising her up against him.
Their bodies begging, arching against one another as his hands buried themselves deeply within her.
Her moans driving him to insanity.
Begging her once more for forgiveness.
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