(Censored) I shouldn’t have come back. But her eyes still burn when they find me. I came to taste what I lost. What my mouth never forgot. I press into her — mouth to skin. She lets me. Even if she hates me. She lets me. She didn’t come to talk. She came in uniform, trembling. Waiting until we’re alone. Then her mouth finds mine. Not gentle. Hungry. Tongue on tongue. Breath shaking. Her lips find my neck, my chest. She tastes me like memory. Like something unfinished. I kiss her lower. She gasps. Her body answers before her mind does. She melts, opens, lets me stay. This isn’t love. It’s need. It’s regret with teeth. She pulls me closer. Her mouth says what she won’t. She wants me. And I let her. (191009_01)