Touch me with your cold hands. Wrap them around my throat and squeeze the air out of my lungs. Colour me black and blue until I don't feel pain anymore. Break me apart and piece me back together even if I will not be a beautiful vase. Destroy me, my love. Punish me as I deserved. You're my executioner in bed and only your wicked love will cleanse my sins away.
Wicked Love, My Punishment.
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