I though his love was the most powerful weapon and his arm was the protector the keeper for my deadly lustful thoughts but by his love I shall fall his lips the power of obsession and am weak am needing him and craving him in the deepest of ways a woman has never graved a man and I hope this is love. I feel ravelled a feel weak in his arm and I wonder if I don't die from his lustrous lips. would he see that he is not only my protector
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