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I miss you. I miss your smile. I love the way you look into my eyes. The way your lips feel pressed against mine. the soft bites, your thrusting tongue licking the circumference of my mouth. Your hands lifting my shirt then lifting yours. Our breasts lay upon each other and our nipples touch while standing at attention.

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Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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