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Calloused fingers grip firmly whenever they want to, touch whenever they want to, to give pleasure whenever they want to. Short hair, becomes tangled between her fingertips, feeling it’s silky softness as they graced the tips of her fingers. As he begins to drive himself deeper, and deeper within her. While he wants, and lusts, and desires everything she gives to him. His eyes, the color of the sky, burns with passion for the want of her, when he stares at his features from underneath her lashes, and the greed for her, whenever she kisses him all she could taste is wine, and the madness for her when she gives into temptation and screams out his name.
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I haven’t been this scared in a long time
And I’m so unprepared so here’s your valentine
Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody
This world’s an ugly place, but you’re so beautiful to me
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When he falls out, it doesn’t mean that you’re giving less. It’s because he’s asking too much.
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Your growing up, and the rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the earth, and it’s good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expression, and it clears the streets of silent armies, so we can dance.
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There is nothing worse in the world than thinking you have a chance when you really don’t.
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