Yearn

It’s a dangerous thing to be addicted a person, to yearn for the essence of his soul whenever he’s not around, to long for the electricity that moves through you with his arms around your waist and his breath heavy on your neck. The rush of endorphins and dopamine gives you a high you can’t get anywhere else. The further down his hand travels the heavier the buzz you begin to feel and if there was a bus leaving for heaven now you’d skip it because you’re pretty sure you’re already there.

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