The mind is your key to freedom-
And right now, you are my fantasy. What if I were to call you up? I would invite you to call me when you're in town. You could spend the night at my place. We would play the awkward ex game, then suddenly kiss in the heat of our arguing. Your hands,
they find their way to the dips in my love handles again. Oh god, it feels so good. Those pins and needles, I had missed them. And your lips. Your kiss. They drag down my neck, sucking hard before moving back up to my earlobes. Baby, please.
You've got me arching and aching for it. You've got the numb wave building, hotter and hotter. I feel it spreading down my toes as your body grinds against mine. Yes! The heat and temptation. I wanna ******** you hard!
It's pressing into me. Tease. Tease. Tease. My god, please. The sticky heat, your hand in my hair, behind my head. My fingers, dragging into your skin. I want this so bad.
Why did it have to end?
You no good- son of a b***h.
My body can still feel the ripples of desire.
Let me forget.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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