she’s gone from you. when you tasted her fingertips it was a night so full of each other that you slid hands too hot over her body, felt her moan under you. she gasped when you choked her and it turned your whole body into lava. there was something crawling under your skin then, a wicked feeling like if you kissed her you could bring about the apocalypse.
you wait too long. the parts of you that get scared got too strong.
and now she’s gone.