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| 02.27.07 [Blood, Sweat and Fire] |
You ask me my fantasy and I blush. I can't tell you. You wouldn't like it. You wouldn't like me if you knew the things that run rampant in my head. You wouldn't love me if you knew the thoughts that keep me up at night.
Thoughts of blood and sweat and fire. And not necessarily in that order. I dream about drinking in your blood so that you're always a part of me. I dream of the fire that would dance in your eyes and across my skin. I dream of making love to you so hard that the sweat pools between my breasts and then cools on my skin.
I dream of kissing you so hard my jaw hurts, I dream of holding you so long my arms hurt, I dream of loving you until nothing hurts. I dream of pools of sweat and rings of fire and droplets of blood and not necessarily in that order.
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