Levelin eyes to a playin feild seen before the battle of luv has began. Findin angles of how to capture the heart of the untamed skill as we stand. Movin along the balance of stride as a stance lerks to play. Settin up for the pounce that patiently settles the nerve of fate. Silent motions speak a tale of temptation at it s very best. Creepin in slowly on the attack as walkin away isn't an answer that rests easily in the chest. Causin the commotion as contact has been confirmed by a reaction that was waiting. Cennectin simultaniously with the satisfaction of the games mating. In a tussle tossin as a roll ends in a pinned mount. Both winnin with their own reasons of victory found. Close enough to feel the mutual emotion of seek the days closure. N actually findin that small peice of self misplaced in another is located in stillnesses that confides in the exposure. This is the time of now in the presense of power over ridin defeat. As both have been not only swept but knocked completely off their feet. Landin in a grapple of lettin self be known. As self is as real n defensless of the figure that has fully shown. The same response outta respect clingin to the guts truth. Needin this win for the mind knows it use.
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beautiful...
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