After two fucking months, today morning, stumbling upon a sleepless night, I couldn't resist drowning again, into that vicious cloud of smoke. A trip up.
I have loved you a little less in the past few weeks. It is not easy to stay away from nicotine. It becomes a need. Last night, as I grazed my fingers along your jawline, I didn't see a curve on your lips. You convulsed with a violent muscle spasm, and this was the best adrenaline rush I have ever witnessed. I am telling you there's no better man in the world.
Women.
Men can be vulnerable in their exquisite delicacies, more than their flesh and blood can stand, beyond the vigour in their bones of glass, cracking with your one touch.
Trace his jawline with your carnal desires, sin and worship, and tell me if it doesn't get on his animal lust and arouse the mountain lover in you!
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