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Adore her as you would a limb. Its soreness not for you but what she does and will do again. Nurture her when untaught taut with worry her brow its knot, loosening to your caress. Her neck, swan upward throat bared to your possessing palm finger tips lining its length, molding. These things are not for you. Though they are for her, so adore her, whether in bent knee or her curls ****** and a hand fitted to the place you claim in her. These things are not for you. However fitful a slathering tongue teeth and dull nails may come to be she is not for you but she is yours. These things are not for you. But she is not yours in sense of straight backed self strong brows and last names. Only she may decide to be given. And she gave herself to you, so adore her as you would a limb not a growth. Or by Siamese conjunction or twin soul mimicry, but in function. For you mesh in tandem clockwork if you choose to, and the sense of you is not you two, you too, or even an us. Memory motion, endorphins, red light, yellow light, green, nothing. It is.
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC
Adore Her Like a Limb
Adore her as you would a limb. Its soreness not for you but what she does and will do again. Nurture her when untaught taut with worry her brow its knot, loosening to your caress. Her neck, swan upward throat bared to your possessing palm finger tips lining its length, molding. These things are not for you. Though they are for her, so adore her, whether in bent knee or her curls ****** and a hand fitted to the place you claim in her. These things are not for you. However fitful a slathering tongue teeth and dull nails may come to be she is not for you but she is yours. These things are not for you. But she is not yours in sense of straight backed self strong brows and last names. Only she may decide to be given. And she gave herself to you, so adore her as you would a limb not a growth. Or by Siamese conjunction or twin soul mimicry, but in function. For you mesh in tandem clockwork if you choose to, and the sense of you is not you two, you too, or even an us. Memory motion, endorphins, red light, yellow light, green, nothing. It is.
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC
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