I needed to be bound,
but not by the fragility
of mere words,
but by the rapture
in your eyes
and the strength
of your embrace,
and the bruising of your
fingers gripping me
I wanted to die
a thousand tiny deaths
lost in your whispers
and tasting your moans
but not by the fragility
of mere words,
but by the rapture
in your eyes
and the strength
of your embrace,
and the bruising of your
fingers gripping me
I wanted to die
a thousand tiny deaths
lost in your whispers
and tasting your moans
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