Wicked
jessica drake, Jessie Lee Pic(s)
The fading twilight cast long shadows across the rumpled sheets, where the ghost of your warmth still lingered like a forgotten promise agat my skin. My fingers traced the hollow your body had carved in the mattress, a perfect impression of absence that felt more real than the silence pressing in from the walls. I could almost taste the salt of your sweat on the air, a phantom flavor that made my mouth water with a thirst nothing could quench. The memory of your weight, the solid anchor of your hips agat mine, played on a loop behind my closed eyelids, a cruel and vivid cinema of touch. Every nerve ending felt raw and exposed, humming with the echo of your whispered name, a sound that had once coiled heat low in my belly. The cool silk of the pillowcase beneath my cheek was a poor substitute for the rough texture of your jaw, the way it scraped deliciously agat my sensitive flesh. I inhaled deeply, chasing the last vestiges of your scent—clean soap and something uniquely, devastatingly male—clinging to the fabric, a perfume of pure longing. My entire being ached with the hollowed-out emptiness you left behind, a physical craving that twisted deep in my core, tight and desperate. This was the anatomy of our ending, mapped not in words but in the desperate, sensual memory of skin, a landscape of touch I was now condemned to wander alone.
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