Asphyxiation

“We’ve spent so much time judging what other people created that we’ve created very, very little of our own.” ― Chuck Palahniuk

Idle sensations — she must have felt a grip slowly, enslaving her chest she looks as if she caught a cold rough hands grabbing her throat

She barely breathes but grins over choking on the sensation — she moans she stifles, a lot screaming his name engraving her nails in his back — dear Elaine

He thrusts her deep into a chasm of duress she aimlessly aches for the pleasure that remains deep in the pits of suffering and pain — a lust she acquired biting his hand — he firmly sighs

Reciprocating his anger — and thrusts it deep touching her spirits, she screams in a melodious joy as the choking releases her from the ether flooding themselves with the waters of youth

Pleasures and passions have made them anew as both lay rest, on top of each other kissing and caressing together in arms the union has happened — suffering has calmed