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Apr 2020
Kiss her. Kiss her until the creases and folds of her mouth fall into yours, your secret symphony together.

Run your fingers down her head, furrowing into hair, down her neck along her spine, and kiss her even deeper than before.

Hold her face, gently, as if a mere tug would dispel this sacred moment between you both. Delve deeper into her lips, form things unspoken.

Surrender to the chill down your spine.
That's the Sadness leaving your body.
Don't think. Just feel. Become one, until you cannot tell where you end and she begins.

Kiss her. Kiss her again, to breathe her in, her alpha and your omega.
The beginning of April 2017, and the true beginning of a smooth-contoured ending of uncertainty in my veins. Kiss, dip, swoon.
My dear lover.
Here is the Lover's series.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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