I do this so you can wrap your palms around the leathers of my spine long after I am gone. I do this so that I can live on and on in the silent whispers that warm your mind’s waking hours like the early dawn. Your body can hold nothing of me. It is...
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The talking buses were on a limited holiday schedule and it was an unusually quiet night. Lorelei listened to the silent city and monitored the trail of semen running along her inner thigh and onto his graying sheet.
Since he had uncupped her breast, she had been measuring his breath. Watching him kick and roll...
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