Almost as much as I love the strike of a whip or hand against my skin, I love the brush of fingers. Touches so light I can barely feel them make electricity crackle in their trails. Tie me up and let your fingers ghost across me, torture me with the promise of more when my bonds won’t let me strain upwards to meet you.
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I hope one day you find someone who makes flowers grow in even the saddest parts of you
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the sad thing is that im more comfortable telling 3 thousand online strangers my personal thoughts and secrets than people i’ve known for years and years in real life
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