tap, tap, tapping of my fingers on the board and here we go into the unsecured caves of my mind. blood flows through them and ripples down the corridor like the bumps on my skin after your finger grazes it. i miss your scent already, I'm sorry I couldn't let you fuck me too hard, I knew a prince once, not one of lightness but one of fire and genius
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