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| Sometimes i think i feel you, and know i must keep searching. Not sure this is the place to do it, so many here are so not real. They can talk a good game but cannot walk the walk. Sad, very sad.
i desire to feel you for real. To lose myself in your scent, your essence, your will. To know why i exist. To see it reflected in your eyes. i know my place, the bigger question is do you know yours. Can you handle what we are?
Respect is a must, to give and have. You will get it back.
Because i have a clue what i want doesn't make me a bitch.l
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