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When the mess requires using two hands,the lubricationgets further inside. Careful puttingthe lid back onwe wouldn’t wantany gel to spill. Maybe that’s why we take the long waywhenever we’re in such a hurry. We’re actually pretty lucky to have this chancenow that we’re all lubricatedsome would forget to askis friction the happy source?Skin against skinthere…

Time goes against love.A word we swore to erasenever to be used again. Just as the hours counted downwe were impossibly drawnalmost forced to usethat dreaded word again. From behind our closed doorit took only minutesto strip her completely free. She loves just standing thereshowing exactly wheremy hungry mouth was starving to feed. I love…

Her temperamental sideshe looks and asks,are we playing tonight?From there it made perfect senseI’d listen to every word,coming from,the world’s most perfect girl. There in a doorway, she stoodwith this hungry lookwanting to get started. I was the only one invited to join her make-believe world we’d pretend we were strangersmeeting for the first time.…

This is her first verse,perhaps her tragic surrendercoming forward from a placethat only she can remember.The start of her storyis based on one blessed night, she kissed her strangerand at that timeonly she understoodthe impact it would haveon all their lives.The girl is far removedfrom attention’s graspholding firmly to her waisther curves fit perfectlyin the…

Majestic and or otherwisethe girl listens to Jazz. I stare and watch every move,she lifts and tips her glass. Nothing has ever mattered more,so she acknowledges the momentand blows a kiss at last. I wait for her eyes to return,she moves to the rhythm,drawing almost too close at times. It’s here she whispers her favorite…