Remember those straps we bought that go under the mattress? I want to use them on you. I want to tie you down and just f*** the ever loving s*** out of you. Hard angry s**. I want to ride you to the point of exhaustion, until you are so raw it hurts. Then I want to go cuddle in a candlelit bathtub with you. Don’t misinterpret this to mean I want to get back together, or even talk about anything. I don’t. But I would like to just look at your handsome face, and touch and kiss every inch of you, and spend the day devouring one another like we used to do. But no talking, none. No words, just us…together again physically. Because to be honesty I don’t miss you, you’re a complete a****** s*** head…but I do miss the hot s**.