Imagine if you were completely mine, living in this world with me. Imagine what you could do with me. What could begin and create within me. All the ways I would find to describe and paint images of your perfectly coated onyx skin. “Strands of silk” I once used to describe you, well an older version of you. It’s funny just how oblivious we are sometimes. It’s always what you need is never too far out of reach, unless you’re my lover who makes the act almost impossible to practice. What a life we live sometimes, right? With the light fall of rain this evening, I think I’ll be able to conjure a few rainfalls myself. You know you’ve always been my favorite.
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