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Sep 2014
I only dress pretty because I like the way your breath stops as I shyly toy with the straps of my dress. 

“Would you kiss me here?”

The ebb and flow of things.

With every one of your shaky exhales more layers of soft fabric will drop to reveal even softer skin, as if my ****** functions are in sync with your breath. We are connected this way.

“I want you to bite me here”

The ebb and flow of things.

I close my eyes to the rhythm of your heart rate speeding up.

Your eyes are wide open.

Ebb and flow.

I dress myself up, and I am alone again.

The ebb and flow of things.
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