Prescient companion penetrates repose always beyond my focus. Who is he? Akin, my secret hungering he knows for, correspondingly, he dreams of me. His fingers skirt the surface of my skin as tender yearnings dominate their course. My buoyant heart, perhaps a touch sanguine, knows..even so…that you won’t be the source. Undoubtedly aware that I [...]
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