submission [Theme] Page 6

Closer, leaning against me shoulder and we are one, from it poured into me and I know I have to. You know every nerve, every hair, every painfully sweet heartbeat. And such a joy to submit to this "need". Probably the piece of iron are also happy to bow to the inevitable, the exact law - and dig into the magnet. The stone thrown up, moved to second and then scooted down to the ground. And man, after the agony finally breathe for the last time and die.