The taste of you lingers on my tongue.
Salty precum mixed with the musky amber of your body.
The feel of you still loiters in my throat.
A sensation of chocking and dry heaving till my eyes flooded pleasure and pain.

The grip of your fingers continues to bruise me.
Wrapped in my hair, grasping my throat till violets bloomed on my skin.
The words that you said persist at battering my ears.
“Suck me hard you wanton slut!”
The way you left me enduringly breaks my heart.
Still kneeling while I swallowed your seed my eyes full of tears, the image you wanted.
Your name waits upon my lips.
Never spoken to another, you exist only in my memory.
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