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1 " I feel his body pressed against mine. His heat burns against my flesh; searing, seducing. Permanently making it his. "
― A.R. Von , Envy's Curse
2 " My lone desire stands, looking like beauty on a cloud, ripe for my picking, ready for me to ravish and pleasure. Waiting for me to tempt and tease. Satisfy and gratify. "