**Warning: some naughty language ahead!

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I am covered in sand

But I do not want to wash your scent off my skin…

He says.

After we fuck under palm trees and a star-crossed sky

My weak resolve stands no chance

Against his strong kisses atop my carotid artery

Any second it feels like he’ll break the skin

Let me bleed out

In waves

In his arms

Or is it orgasm?

Right now I cannot say

But do I even need to?

The Little Death

Say the French

I believe they are right

Tonight I died six times atop the cock of a foreign man.

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