ℍ𝕖𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝔸𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

Cessation of gravity in betwixt the fornication of daydreams. Seamless stitchings of admirable desires profusely sweating from my pores. Shaking hands commanding my senses feverously, ferociously. A vicious lingering, a scratch. Immeasurable pleasurable filaments in time woven with persistent patience. 


Soft sighs.

Gracious moans. 

The pinnacle of perfection. 


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