?the non erotica way?
His eye way nose applied voice like someone I know from heart shut me down to his poem words, caging me like no one else did this way we went for months undone in any desire, and needs. His favorite things became my enemy, as he hated all I progressed and loved to dive in more, but soon within months I did my own conscious choice to stay with him to be with him somehow I loved him even more, and this time all and eager for more, and more. How could we get so complex with each other thoughts, love it felt like no one will believe or save us, it killed all that was just raining on ?. I ended up just aware of that love far away from the unconscious of his behaviour and words, he sabotaged me later on, had no idea in which state I was left alone.