dear i,
hi.
gosh, you get me all flustered.
you don't even really have to try.
you just do.
must be something about that whole tall, dark and sexy thing with that voice that just makes my stomach do funny things and my knees forget about the deal they've made with gravity and how balance is really such a tricky mistress after all.
but then again,
i have always been a sucker for
punishment and men in leather.















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thank you.
--
what if i breathed
and you fell apart
at the seams?
who would do the
healing
then?
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