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Rarely does onecall herself a slaveand mean itlike it were her calling. Love deprivedthe girl must learnhow to let goof self. she’s no longerin charge of oneher mind shiftwill come with time. Just as importantly thoughthe one she chooseswithout giving permissionthe bond they’ll buildwill build and flourish. Instead of pieces takentiny drops will be added…

I can clearly see you nowthis thing I holdheavy in my handsI know for sureyou’re the girlbalanced on both sides. These are the yearswe unfold for ourselvesall planned and plottedthe garden begsfor our hands to take hold of the soil create what we willfree love for you. Undone or otherwiseit’s super easyto consume ourselves the…

The first glanceEyes stalk in their passive wayBarely noticeableat first anyway,until I can’t turn away. Perhaps it’s always beenthe confidence in Me,just simply knowingyou’re the oneI can’t turn fromeach day to day. Me and my possessive contractswhere we keep a recordof all our wordsforbidden or truly begged forin a waythat only grabbing handswould understand. My…

The story in all our livesthat first timeeyes fell into eyesspanning and speaking a truth. The music playsfor hours nowI can watchthe girl swayships move side to sidea tribal verse she speaks a perfect dialect. A finger,her finger,draws me close. Against her,her perfume envelopestaking the air we sharewith each and every breathI memorize her formeach…

There’s no real needto ever ask about the imaginary lines. Love and that softnesswe want those affections twisted across the restlessnessa wanting needto satisfy the cravingswhen you crawlon purpose or otherwisemy addiction grabs hold. We’re tired tightly,you and I,and our forbidden wordsgo against the lightsthat highlight our sensitive skinand pretty flaws. Last night was trulybreathless…