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i'm ending my day as it fades to the past for my bed beckons me and sleep's coming fast just one more thing that i have to do let my mind wander— as tonight's gift to you i'm wanting for nothing save a silent desire to stretch myself out along your body's fire as my hands touch your face while you close your eyes tight i can still see you now and, my God—what a sight seeing you in my mind i forget how to breathe if this madness is love i don't want a reprieve you perfect every colour that our Maker put to you with every brushstroke every shadow and hue and it's hard to believe that you might not see the beauty you are and how you have touched me i could never forget a detail of your face you've left such an impression and much more than a trace of longing— to smell and touch and taste you opened up like a flower letting me be the dew that settles upon as you blossom today even if in your heart was my only way take all of me now if only in dreams sliding gently inside you like stolen moonbeams shining into your chamber where tonight i can't stay and our Lord's greatest work will soon be on display... maybe i've said too much but i just couldn't resist my sweet Taliya to know just how much you are missed... *
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May 1
May 1, 2026 at 4:13 PM UTC
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i'm ending my day as it fades to the past for my bed beckons me and sleep's coming fast just one more thing that i have to do let my mind wander— as tonight's gift to you i'm wanting for nothing save a silent desire to stretch myself out along your body's fire as my hands touch your face while you close your eyes tight i can still see you now and, my God—what a sight seeing you in my mind i forget how to breathe if this madness is love i don't want a reprieve you perfect every colour that our Maker put to you with every brushstroke every shadow and hue and it's hard to believe that you might not see the beauty you are and how you have touched me i could never forget a detail of your face you've left such an impression and much more than a trace of longing— to smell and touch and taste you opened up like a flower letting me be the dew that settles upon as you blossom today even if in your heart was my only way take all of me now if only in dreams sliding gently inside you like stolen moonbeams shining into your chamber where tonight i can't stay and our Lord's greatest work will soon be on display... maybe i've said too much but i just couldn't resist my sweet Taliya to know just how much you are missed... *
Мені зараз дуже погано, капітане Тарасова, але головне, що з тобою все гаразд, або так ти мені кажеш, і це справді єдине, що мене хвилює, Наталіє. Будь здорова та щаслива, моя люба «Маленька Жучок», і нехай Бог дарує тобі багато років... багато довгих і щасливих років...
Awakening
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May 1
May 1, 2026 at 4:13 PM UTC
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