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waiting for this…

I’m not writing a postscript when I look into your eyes and say “yes.” I’m not begging for fantasy when I let you watch me cum, my throat exposed to the steamy air we share. I’m not seeking the dark when I run my fingers through your hair—my every exhale a shiver of light.

I’m here. I’ve been here all along.

everyday epiphanies…

 

all this madness…

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Nothing compares to your hands.
Especially when they’re inside me.

to be the candle…

Sex isn’t all that important, but it is when you love someone very much.

– Ava Gardner  –

to be the candle

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