I wanted him the bluntest way.I
wanted his lips, his hands, his arms. I
wanted him the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back. I wanted him the way rain wants to fall, the way to be read.I wanted him to infinity, to the millionth degree, no amount
of rain could douse the fir I had in me for him.
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC
I wanted him the bluntest way.I
wanted his lips, his hands, his arms. I
wanted him the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back. I wanted him the way rain wants to fall, the way to be read.I wanted him to infinity, to the millionth degree, no amount
of rain could douse the fir I had in me for him.
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