i wonder should i be ashamed, even as i gaze adoringly into your face - body weary, mind spinning; nerves aching for the Irreplaceable. i cannot shame you now. but i would. willingly i would succumb once again, to be One with your thighs-eyes-knees-toes Mind-body-Spirit - all consuming fever of Desire. i would watch your body break with mind; melt tendon-to-tendon, pore-to-pore. but instead i must surrender to the After, the marked, the Irretrievable.
Reason for writing:
: ) my love, and the dissapointments of commitment
Birth sign: Taurus
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