Feeling them one at a time in wonder if they'll be the one to crave what self has to give... As skin is felt their heads buried in thy chest so the heart can have a chance to live... Closer to the core is comfort touching the nerves that feel them wanting in... As the pain begins to settle the curiosity of the departing grins... Changing faces laughter's sound taking different times of enjoyment fading from the texture of their very own lips... It's a high to whom roams in the mind to fall to a friendly hand that lies with every kiss... Missed in the presence of no more as words spoke to thys will with tongues so loose... One after an other exposed by passions ability to never stop... Holding them until there's nothing in the remains of worth... Moving on to a more gentler rush hoping it doesn't hurt as much... With time to heal in between foes pretending to be friendly seeking depths that can contain the loyalty of trust... As one individual against the world resisting unwanted lusts...
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