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now that I have done a one eighty and my aversion has been cured the hand, with an accent so serenly complicated. only the pressure of tenderness so crushing in my psyche and the sweetness of sin should be turned away from for the completion of possibility and love if I am not discreet and cold what will harbor the softness of my skin? Please. an option, yes a decision a wrath. the warm whisper of attraction sweeps my insides raw

In a roundabout, peacock - like blush I subdued- that thrill which- unecnchanted cousin couldn't resist believe you me. make effort to live days expecting to be surprised living in any sort with me bless the tempo and the riddle mystery- go down laughing linbs are numb and heart forgotten in the dream I never had. suck only tenderly

Altruistic, and nonetheless, you're crying. want to be brought down to some better space? Good luck. Virtue is pissed off and it will slap you in the face, backhand. Lovely lovely willow tree of denial and sometimes just subtle blindness pet me. and still, pet me leave things and other upset matter whereever it is you came from and go with this this. whatever it was. moment. week. lifetime. in any case, all dangerous

and somehow not. scarce true longing- an idiom in the most untrue sense. wrought indecent pending and ignorant tired of the anonimity of light. i reproach, you know i do i don't need to reveal it but, i just did of course.

i like them both though the latter is enjoying some sweet, yet firm ressurrection. unfortunatley, you can't intimidate me and this, you know. I'm away from everything now, And stronger yet. thinking, not in a bad way, but in the one that leads you to knowing. It's amazing. I love it. Nothing else than being perverted. Sweet senses. Languid movements in moments that taste so good. I'm adddicted, i confess. So married to the idea of rapture. If you're scared? I understand. But, I am too fucking...