I want to describe the place, where you think I am after we've made love and our beings are spent. Your fingertips slowly roam across my bare chest in such a gentle way that contrasts the way you raked before. And the afterburn is little more than nerves torched and suppressing screams, I suppose such invoked violences are this quiet and I'm taken back to a coast you knew nothing about.
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