“Break me”, she whispered. For a moment, lips parting, saliva like spider webs strewn from one to another. In an instant, tightly pressed back together to keep the words from pouring out, short breaths, in and out; lungs gasping, but hands grasping harder -gripping on to one another, anywhere, just come closer. Don’t you know lust like this is dangerous?
Melt me down like plastic.
Consume me.

“I want to.”

(source: melissa-drew )