I gasp soft sweet syllables like wordless poetry, my wrists bound, my body yours. Time slows down as your fingertips play havoc within me; I try to meet your gaze, yet pleasure clouds my view, sparks of light in a sea of darkness.

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I gasp soft sweet syllables like wordless poetry, my wrists bound, my body yours. Time slows down as your fingertips play havoc within me; I try to meet your gaze, yet pleasure clouds my view, sparks of light in a sea of darkness.

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