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I wanted a dream last night, a dream that he was in it, to dream to see him, to hear him because I'd crawl through the rivers just to touch him, I dreamed he pushed his fingers deep inside me, relaxed sarcomere, his muscles, striations, sinew, this longing, I long for him, bubbling like sugar caramelizing, saccharine, it burns and mutilates my soul, sweetly tasting and waxy like butter, forcing him into my tresses, what I'd give to have him rest there against my buxom, stroking his crown, I wonder if he's thinking of me now!
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Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 8:49 AM UTC
john maus
I wanted a dream last night, a dream that he was in it, to dream to see him, to hear him because I'd crawl through the rivers just to touch him, I dreamed he pushed his fingers deep inside me, relaxed sarcomere, his muscles, striations, sinew, this longing, I long for him, bubbling like sugar caramelizing, saccharine, it burns and mutilates my soul, sweetly tasting and waxy like butter, forcing him into my tresses, what I'd give to have him rest there against my buxom, stroking his crown, I wonder if he's thinking of me now!
wait til next year inspired https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Fc7K9bORHg
acacia
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Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 8:49 AM UTC
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