Work Text:
I felt the gentle touch of his lips.
How can anyone not be moved by this.
I almost fell into that embrace.
But I fought, to climb back up.
To wrench myself away from temptation.
To feel strong arms surround me.
To feel his heated breath against my neck.
To hear his sounds of delight.
To lose my soul in those eyes.
I managed to regain control.
But for how long?
I still taste the bitter coffee on my tongue.
Still smell his essence on my clothes.
I must control.
