It was more than sex for me too... making love was the only way to express my solitude, making love was the only way for me to cry...
Your body was my preservation
My body was your illness
I had you convinced that together we could fly
Until you started scratching at the surface... And began to realize I, am a wolf.
"What can I expect to have with you when someone else already had the best of you?" Her words, not mine.
