I can't stop thinking about you in the midst of the others I thing about. My brain is a veritable sausage party and you are the one I want first on my dance card.
Your thick fingers finding their way around my thighs while your mouth doesn't hesitate and mine is forgetting how to speak. Giggleboxing to stay calm, wishing I could be yours and not have the pretense that is the thief of time. Pealing cries at 2am wouldn't phase you and I know that I could lean on you and understand the house wouldn't crumble. You have been there and seen those things and came out alive.
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