His hands wrap themselves tightly around my neck, bruises blossoming beneath his grasp. His hands are starving for me, starving like hungry pythons slithering aptly around the body of a small goat, fangs bared.
It’s the water, I know, I know how it gets him off.
But it’s so fucking cold going in, my face submerged in the icy pool, dunked like the baptism I never had as an infant. It’s fucking cold, yeah, but mostly it’s dark and lonely when the water fills my vision.
One. Two. Three times.
Sure my hair is plastered to my face and neck, all that curling and rouging for nothing. But I can feel the ecstasy he does as the water fills my lungs, consumes me.
My brain short circuts. My oxygen supply is done. It’s just him forgetting to let me up for air.
But it’s okay, I know, fighting back the panic, the very urge to fight. This is us. This is our relationship. We’re having a good time. This is us having a good time.
Yeah, this is what we all do for love.
It’s the water, I know, I know how it gets him off.
But it’s so fucking cold going in, my face submerged in the icy pool, dunked like the baptism I never had as an infant. It’s fucking cold, yeah, but mostly it’s dark and lonely when the water fills my vision.
One. Two. Three times.
Sure my hair is plastered to my face and neck, all that curling and rouging for nothing. But I can feel the ecstasy he does as the water fills my lungs, consumes me.
My brain short circuts. My oxygen supply is done. It’s just him forgetting to let me up for air.
But it’s okay, I know, fighting back the panic, the very urge to fight. This is us. This is our relationship. We’re having a good time. This is us having a good time.
Yeah, this is what we all do for love.
