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In the heat of the moment, when we are intertwined by a single thread, or by a thick rope, I will ask you to rip apart my ribs. Now when I ask you to do this, I do not want you to ponder the metaphorical meaning of what this could possibly mean. I want you to make me breathe so heavily that my ribs will be ripped apart by the heaving of my lungs. I want you to take each bone, and use it in any way you want. I want you to make more use of my body than I will ever have. I want my lungs to be filled with blood and the idea of your hands running through my ******* hair. There will be nothing left of me when you are done. I am fine with this. But please promise me, that when I ask you to, that you will definitely Rip Apart My Ribs.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
Ripping Apart My Ribs
In the heat of the moment, when we are intertwined by a single thread, or by a thick rope, I will ask you to rip apart my ribs. Now when I ask you to do this, I do not want you to ponder the metaphorical meaning of what this could possibly mean. I want you to make me breathe so heavily that my ribs will be ripped apart by the heaving of my lungs. I want you to take each bone, and use it in any way you want. I want you to make more use of my body than I will ever have. I want my lungs to be filled with blood and the idea of your hands running through my ******* hair. There will be nothing left of me when you are done. I am fine with this. But please promise me, that when I ask you to, that you will definitely Rip Apart My Ribs.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
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