God damn it Henry
you son of a. -fuck- Hell. No
There is no defense.
No cure. it’s hopeless
You smile at me and look at my face and rub my back and tell me jokes and get me to tell you jokes and you tell me how smart and funny and sexy I am and kiss the back of my neck and pour me brandy and ceva ask me questions about light and shadows and time until i start looking down and smiling
So easy
Before I know it your snoring
On my face with your right hand on my ass and left around my breasts
Locking me for an hour or so
With a grateful smile
Sighing
Fuck. Hell.Yes
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