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Eyes laser lock into mine Broad white hands grip my hips and like lion like wolf like the night I'm pulled onto your aching mouth Violent with longing I dance with and against you While the air crackling wet and hot moves around us with the sharp smell of fevered impatience. Our searching fingers ****** into each other's hair, My curls spiraling your ear like a witch's vise, yours dark-straight and otter-slick, daggering and slicing my open skin. The brine from your forehead oceans me As you pour yourself into every pore of my body seeking the source, seeking infinity, and I'm tasting you, wanting you,   my senses overwhelmed by your driving desire, Every synapse is pin point and I'm dangerous as I try to hold onto this massiveness this urgency to burn and meld with you as we fling ourselves into the abyss of a dying sun and shatter into a million fragments...
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Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 6:16 AM UTC
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Eyes laser lock into mine Broad white hands grip my hips and like lion like wolf like the night I'm pulled onto your aching mouth Violent with longing I dance with and against you While the air crackling wet and hot moves around us with the sharp smell of fevered impatience. Our searching fingers ****** into each other's hair, My curls spiraling your ear like a witch's vise, yours dark-straight and otter-slick, daggering and slicing my open skin. The brine from your forehead oceans me As you pour yourself into every pore of my body seeking the source, seeking infinity, and I'm tasting you, wanting you,   my senses overwhelmed by your driving desire, Every synapse is pin point and I'm dangerous as I try to hold onto this massiveness this urgency to burn and meld with you as we fling ourselves into the abyss of a dying sun and shatter into a million fragments...
Inspirational music: "The Plan"--Nada Surf Inspirational thought: "There's no *** in your violence."--Everything Zen, Bush
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Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 6:16 AM UTC
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