Intellectualism kissed her on the cheek
and then asked her how she felt about it
"Good."
Tongue trained only to release what is safe
Good was good
But good was not enough this time.
He whispered gently down her neck
Crevices cringed in psychotic delight
Nails scoured her palms
As she grabbed one last breath of sanity
Cynicism shot through veins
Addicted
She bellowed her submission
But he was gone.
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