Blood of my sisters

Why Hard truth and reality hurt you so?

grab hold and live, I say.

imagined fingers doing unimaginable things. her hands transform me.

passion that makes you blind. Oh it gets wild!

You've been waiting for far too long. it is the tingling.

Your arms curl around her neck,

pulling her closer-subtle, achingly little movement she makes.

Her hands are at your hips, holding you almost immobile from waist down.

Ride through the night.

She is merciless

Blood of my sisters

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