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Click herePlease, skip the small talk. Tell me your passions. Tell me your fears. Ask me what makes my world go round. Ask me why.
Make love to me with your words.
I'll close my eyes to better here the depth in your voice.
I can feel your gaze, I can here your thoughts, they frighten me.
And yet, I feel utterly safe in your presence.
The lack of everything drives me mad with passion.
What would it be like, to have his hand on me?
He resists me, never letting me have him, making me weak with desire.
You tell me to keep my eyes closed, and I feel your grip on my wrist.
It paralyzes me.
God, he has strong hands.
Better to hurt me with.
Better to love me with.
When you present your work as a writer, and then make glaring errors like not knowing the difference between 'here' and 'hear,' everything else gets lost behind that.