Your mouth tastes like mint,
your hands on my thighs.
I told you I’d start this way
I told you I’d start again.

I haven’t felt the Earth’s ground
with my bare feet since
I was fifteen but here I am again
getting dirty in a game
we have yet to put a name on.

I am no longer spilling drinks
from the corners of my mouth
on to men who wont put
any sort of love into me.

I didn’t have a problem
before I laid beside you.

This is what they mean when
they tell you the word – That One.
Like your body was made for mine
like my heart, a tiny cookie cutter
has etched it’s way into your bones.

Kiss me again. Kiss me again.

I haven’t felt this good since
the snow melted at my bare ankles.
Sine I kissed the lips of a man
who’s hands mean more to me
than teeth dug into my neck.

This is it. This is it.
I told you I’d start

this way.

—  start. by jules
وَأَعْتَزِلُكُمْ وَمَا تَدْعُونَ مِن دُونِ اللَّهِ وَأَدْعُو رَبِّي عَسَى أَلاَّ أَكُونَ بِدُعَاء رَبِّي شَقِيًّا
Six years ago I was taken from prison, forced to become an assassin for a secret unit of the government: a black ops program called Division that has now gone rogue. They destroyed my identity and they destroyed the man I loved. I escaped, and now the man that trained me, someone I trusted, is hunting me.
What Division doesn’t know is that I have a partner on the inside, Alex. A new recruit with a dark past who I’ve trained in secret to resist their control. Together, we’re going to take Division apart, one mission at a time.
And the last word they’ll breathe before the end will be my name…
—  Nikita