A plethora of sensation
It just... surged.
A painful grip of passion
A poisoned twist of...
Bodies and art colliding
Surrounding each other.
Quietly pushing and feeling.
The fever is rising...
A touch
The lips, the fingers and hips
The breathe... deeper... harder...
The nails in skin.
That feeling within
Slowly... rises...
I grip again.
Breathing together
We are one... in this sin.
We are one in this...















Comments
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why do i live........ i don't know
why do i cry......... i don't know
all i know is that i love you
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why do i live........ i don't know
why do i cry......... i don't know
all i know is that i love you
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Pick your poison:
[link] or [link]
Don't talk shit unless you're prepared to eat it.
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