I do. I do. I do.
The shared fantasy, no matter the location.
omg. omg.
He whispers.
My heart skips a beat. Then it stops. No air.
I love it when you call me names.
To be human and a little less alone. Bittersweet.
Tease.
Bottom line.
This modern love could break me.
- a slave of love -
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