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Tonight I had to ask, just as I rushed to the edge of the bathroom door I wanted to watch you getting ready, so I’d understand in a slightly better way if those wings of yours were in fact, real? I must have danced a thousand different thoughts thinking how much I’ve been loved in…

Apparently tonight I have a mouthful of words I’m dying to get out. A fever has been burning acres today. Ablaze on my skin I turn to her, oh, she’s already gone. Left to deal with the treasures I know exactly which things I’ll let burn. The sky is prettier than I imagined, this crimson…

A love of the sandy coast we can’t help ourselves, but to dig in and tear into our clothes. No one really noticed back when we were all sunbathing last summer free falling into each other’s open arms. We were so weightless then watching now seems impossible. Scantily half dressed, almost naked we could care…

The soft and precious hour something delicate about her body vulnerable to the terrible cold. We’ve been waiting since August for the weather to finally turn. The expectations in her bath a performance of a lifetime. Deviant pleasurable plans exploit my desire this is much more than just soap and water. There are definite steps…

Touched by her return a sliver of an edge truly points upwards. I turn to fully accept her, this part of our dance, we know the steps. Whatever the glue is that binds us will obviously last a lifetime. Who knew that this sticky connection could never be questioned by either of us. Temptation’s half…