In the end, we're all the same...we just want to be smothered like babies against another
human's beating heart
Through a cracked door, heartsick Emi hears a playful growl. Cautiously, she lets her lover in--a wolf of a man wielding a bouquet of roses. His shoulders must have been four inches wider than mine. As I stood behind him, I fantasized about the broadness of his chest and the thickness of his neck...and about becoming his mistress once again.
In the end, we're all the same...we just want to be smothered like babies against another
human's beating heart
Through a cracked door, heartsick Emi hears a playful growl. Cautiously, she lets her lover in--a wolf of a man wielding a bouquet of roses. His shoulders must have been four inches wider than mine. As I stood behind him, I fantasized about the broadness of his chest and the thickness of his neck...and about becoming his mistress once again.
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