My Hand On Your Throat Wile You Go "Please,Please
I can't take my eyes off the exquisite veins pulsing just beneath the skin, pumping life and consciousness from your heart to every extremity. Your thoughts are there. Your desires are there. Your wants and hopes and dreams; your hunger. Your essence courses there just below the surface, and each throbbing expansion and contraction is like a signal to me; a pleading.
"Please," it says. "Please. Please. Please."
I have to fight the urge to wrap my hand around your throat. Each time you...