A Lover I Don't Have to Love

2008-03-23, 11:45 p.m.

"Peel all of your layers off; I want to eat your artichoke heart."
I want to feel your hands in my hair again, your fingers grasping, pulling; I want to hear your sighs. I want to hear you call me baby once more, to moan my name in between sharp little intakes of breath. I want to feel your hips grind against me, feel your body rise to meet mine, eager, desperate, anxious to be devoured. I want to own you, wholly, entirely, like I did that night.

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