Photography Dustin Humphrey© Insight51.com
It touches me, God, it fucking touches me. It touches, it tears, it drinks, it swears, and it won't let me go after this one. I'm not scared at all, I took a few steady breaths. I paced myself this time, I did, I did, I did, I did. He breathes into me, and I'm full. She pushes into me and I crumble. Remember when 'fuck' was the word that we held? Remember when love was a book on the shelf? Remember this: When it touches me, it tickles me--I laugh furiously.
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