🌹💜Passion does not make love on feather mattresses,
but fucks you on the hood of the car or fucks you against the wall of the hall.
You forget to put the roses in the vase,
she drops them on the bed and then rolls on them,
leaving your back bleeding.
She bruises her lips against your teeth,
in the haste to penetrate your mouth with a wet tongue,
it leaves fierce and painful marks all over your skin.
And the next day she counts satisfied with the bruises left to mark your passage...
💜💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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