I shivered from the tips of his fingers brushing softly on my bare skin; the whisper of his breath caressing across my outer shell. His lips were warm upon my nakedness. I wanted to feel anything but nothing; wanted to know my heart was still alive.
The past no longer burned my soul and the present was only surface deep. One last thrust and I felt the explosion and with it the reality I was always nothing to you. My body burned; my heart froze. ~n~
The Whispered Thought 