Un:Cut

Last night I dreamt that David is dead. His corpse is in front of me. His face is white and cold, his eyelids are blue, like his lips. I wanted to dive under his dead skin and just die with him. I can't even feel my body anymore, can't tell if I'm breathing or not. My face is sticky and my chest is in pain.
It frightens me how you can make your man grunts, make his face red, make him smile and look at you and telling you how pretty you are and how he loves your hair and how he loves your pussy and those soft warm flesh inside it... It frightens me to remember how gentle his lips is when he kissed your back, your neck, when he bit your ears and bit your shoulder even harder when he came. It frightens me how you play with a man's soul and bring him back to life, wet and screaming, just like when his mother brought him to life. And now he's dead, and there's nothing you can do to bring him back to life.
I can't believe this happening. I just realised that he is the one that I will love and fuck and hold and serve and follow for the rest of my life. I just decided that, so please don't go now. I don't want to lose your soul, I   l i v e d   t h r o u g h   t h a t   s o u l.


I slept while crying and David woke me up. He put his legs around my waist, and his arms around my breast, and told me I just had a nightmare, that he's there beside me, and in the morning things will be okay.