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Dirty Sweet

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Maybe the secret, after all, is that it’s a great deal more simple than I had believed: His hand on my back, our bodies intertwined

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When you leave, my sternum aches. Aches from you. Aches for you. Because you rubbed your knuckles there. Or punched me. Or grabbed me. And

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Laundry Time

Skyspook, I love folding your clothes. Most people would see these as pieces of fabric, but I see you in every one. They’re where you

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Good Night

When I love you, I love to watch you touch yourself the way you like to be touched, love to see you get lost in

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