why.....why does it have to be a dream!!!!!!!! damn them to hell!
Those black eyes flutter open, see me. Every muscle in his arms flexing as he pushes himself up, pulls me under, slides on top. The weight of him forces the air from my lungs like a bellows, but it comes out as the lightest of a sighs. And there's his mouth agian on mine, a heat, a pressure, a promise of things to come, a promise i'm rising up to
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