He made me his, he made me feel wanted, he made me feel desirable. Until he engulfed me and lulled me to sleep.
I didn't want to wake up, I didn't want to face the problem, I wanted all to be done with. I wanted my ending.
The feelings were back, the desperation, the numbness, the need to end it all.
"Hey... don't go there..." his deep voice woke me from my slumber. I thought I was still sleeping, while in reality, I was in between, I was daydreaming as he was keeping me in his arms.
Can all angels read my mind?
"I'm so tired."
"I know... me too."
I looked up at him and wondered what would make him feel the tiredness. But he just shook his head and started kissing me again. We were back to enjoying ourselves, it was like we were mending each other's pain.
Our pleasures were taking
