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As I wake to a subtle glimse of streaks of your crimson long hair & golden skin umongst the forrest essembled thick white sheets I crave you.. I crave you as though you weren't mine at all as though I had meet you drunk the night before in a hunt for nothing but the thrill of one night, and have just realized how beautiful you actually are in the light of the pale morning. I crave you in silent doses of visions of you naked/vulnerable, my mind withdraws from such thoughts, such cravings.. as though I had come to a sudden realization that this foreign drug that has let my hormones spiral in a seemingly uncontrollable tornado are merely symptoms of its side effects.   (Lust)
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
The Art of Lust.
As I wake to a subtle glimse of streaks of your crimson long hair & golden skin umongst the forrest essembled thick white sheets I crave you.. I crave you as though you weren't mine at all as though I had meet you drunk the night before in a hunt for nothing but the thrill of one night, and have just realized how beautiful you actually are in the light of the pale morning. I crave you in silent doses of visions of you naked/vulnerable, my mind withdraws from such thoughts, such cravings.. as though I had come to a sudden realization that this foreign drug that has let my hormones spiral in a seemingly uncontrollable tornado are merely symptoms of its side effects.   (Lust)
leks
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South African
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
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