If Souls Could Be Mated With Wishes,

I'm Losing My Mind Without You.” His Lips Were Gliding Down My Neck, His Tongue Stroking Over My Racing Pulse. He Sucked On My Skin And Pleasure Radiated Through Me. “i Can’t Think. I Can’t Work Or Sleep. My Body Aches For You. I Can Make You Want Me Again. Let Me Try.

I Supposed, Perhaps, You Miss The Promise Of What Could Have Been, While At The Same Time You Are Grateful That What It Was Instead Is Over.

The World Would See The Beauty Of The Packaging, But Only I Knew The Man Inside It And How Precious He Was. His Intimate Smiles And His Deep Husky Laugh, The Gentleness Of His Touch And The Ferocity Of His Passion Were All Reserved For Me.

I'd Rather Argue With You, Angel, Then Laugh With Anyone Else.

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