We fought. We kissed. We fucked. by fartprincess, literature
Literature
We fought. We kissed. We fucked.
I loved you. In dark, sensuous, volatile, exclusive and loyal promiscuity. You were my story, and together we would recount the chapters in languid svelte heat, toppled upon the spent sheets.
You were my never-ending summer. I got to know you on a roller coaster and then you and I turned into a roller coaster. We fought. We kissed. We fucked. We fucked some more. And more. And more. I cried. You stormed. I grabbed your hand in the dark alleyway off Avenida del Marques de l’Argentina. You ripped away. I grabbed. You grabbed. We fought. We kissed. We fucked. We fought. We kissed. We fucked.
Riposte. Reposté.
I drowned in half-