Her mouth is as sweet as her heart, and believe me when I say both are addictive in their own ways. When she speaks softly to me, when she smiles and says my name like it means something deeper, I melt. Her lips are tender and warm, they hold comfort, love, and reassurance, like coming home after a long storm. But her tongue oh, that tongue is something else entirely.
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There’s something sacred that happens when I know I can trust you.
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I have carried these feelings like a weight in my chest, a pressure that grows heavier every time I look at you and realize how deeply you live inside me.
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In a realm beyond the stars, I love you, A dimension where our hearts beat as one, in perfect harmony. We've transcended the ordinary, our love a celestial dance, A symphony of devotion, echoing through eternity.
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Taste my soul and see how it only drips for you. Make my body rise and fall like the greatest ruins in Rome. Lick away the growling moans from my mouth that only you hear.
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Mother tells us in regards to Hurricane Milton, that we must open up to compassion, we must open up feeling. All those beings are a cause of compassion for the Mother, because, what Mother wants to see her children, no matter how bad they have been, because they themselves sought it out. But the Mother is always with that compassionate heart, with that open heart of love, feeling the pain of every son, of every daughter. Feeling despair, distress, fear.
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Storms may come, fierce and wild, Stripping you bare to the bone. Your leaves may fall, scattered far, As winds howl and tempests moan.
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Tomorrow is unknown. It’s always unknown. Unpredictable. Unscripted. Sometimes not waiting for some of us. That can seem overwhelming. It’s supposed to be. Scary. Uncertain. Infinite variability. It can be so overwhelming it can paralyze you. Drop you to your knees. Force you to feel like you need it live in a bubble, or hide, never risking anything, always waiting for doom, receiving the worst and blaming the rest.
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I want to taste you not just in passing or in hunger but with intention, with obsession, with the kind of slow-burning desire that builds behind every heated glance and every stolen thought I’ve had about you.
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“my soul bleeds sanguine songs of sorrow at the distance between the days when I can lay lips upon the longing that burns like fire in every fiber of my being”
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