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a delicious satisfaction: distant games
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My back arches and my flesh aches in honor of you. And I want to understand. You give me scraps of words. And I consider the games of silence. And the offering of a taste. Of one's medicine but I refuse to play. So, you do what you have to do. And I will wait until. Your hands are in the air. And you surrender or. Until you quietly disappear. Into the night without a goodbye. But understand, my love,. The past has wounded me too. And I refuse to take my heart. And run away from you. We All Have Secrets.
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a delicious satisfaction: The Love
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My back arches and my flesh aches in honor of you. A random night in April and here I am - masturbating with my gorgeous and thick dildo, with a sad song playing in the background, and thinking of you. There are tears in my eyes because I miss you like crazy, I still love you like crazy, and, fuck, you had a beautiful cock. Fucking is so much better when you are in love. Goddamn. You're in my soul and in every stroke of my pen upon paper when I illustrate. You are in my heart. We All Have Secrets. I reme...
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a delicious satisfaction: August 2011
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My back arches and my flesh aches in honor of you. I act brave and I act strong. But I know, at the bottom of my shattered heart,. There is a drop of hope in a sea of sadness. A hope that begs of you to come around. So we could talk together. Like I needed to so long ago. A hope that gently pushes you. To pick up the phone to give me a proper goodbye. A hope that confirms you were not a fucking lie in my life. You fucked me up like. Fuck laziness and your protection. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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a delicious satisfaction: November 2010
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My back arches and my flesh aches in honor of you. I want to tear you to pieces, KM. Deliciously, secretly, hungrily. The way you move makes me sweat and bite my bottom lip to hide my dirty little smirk. You are something fierce and you make mornings dizzy and exciting. I dare you to lean in on the crowded subway car and say something naughty in my ear. Ex-Chef by DeliciousSatisfaction 2010. You did more than just break my heart. Well, i'm some stain there on your bed sheet,. On the subway,. Crawling up ...
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a delicious satisfaction: December 2010
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My back arches and my flesh aches in honor of you. I wish i did not feel alone. In all of this. I wish you could prove me wrong. But you only keep me waiting. I wish i knew that you are hurting too. But you say nothing as always. You've made me feel like. Because you cannot talk to me,. You cannot explain,. You cannot call me up,. You cannot even try to fix things. Or inquire when i was ill,. You cannot say hello,. You cannot say goodbye. You just keep me hanging. And hoping i'll go away. Because, to you,.
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a delicious satisfaction: Creep
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My back arches and my flesh aches in honor of you. I act brave and I act strong. But I know, at the bottom of my shattered heart,. There is a drop of hope in a sea of sadness. A hope that begs of you to come around. So we could talk together. Like I needed to so long ago. A hope that gently pushes you. To pick up the phone to give me a proper goodbye. A hope that confirms you were not a fucking lie in my life. You fucked me up like. Fuck laziness and your protection. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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a delicious satisfaction: July 2011
http://delicioussatisfaction.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html
My back arches and my flesh aches in honor of you. And I want to understand. You give me scraps of words. And I consider the games of silence. And the offering of a taste. Of one's medicine but I refuse to play. So, you do what you have to do. And I will wait until. Your hands are in the air. And you surrender or. Until you quietly disappear. Into the night without a goodbye. But understand, my love,. The past has wounded me too. And I refuse to take my heart. And run away from you. We All Have Secrets.
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a delicious satisfaction: February 2011
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My back arches and my flesh aches in honor of you. It is your lack of effort. That will cause you to lose me. I am not as worthless. As you treated me. I masturbated to the hockey game because I know you are watching. On Monday, you wear your jersey and I'll wear an all-knowing smirk. Dale Hawerchuk by Les Dales Hawerchuk. I am unable to tell if our emails were flirtatious. Or if it is this damn office fetish. Whatever the case, you made me smile. And caused a spark of devilish thoughts. I remember all t...
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a delicious satisfaction: on my side
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My back arches and my flesh aches in honor of you. My mistake is that i stuff the hole where you once were with too much work and other men who don't mind to share music, thoughts. There are nights like these where i cannot stuff anymore in this wound even though i try my hardest. all of a sudden, i feel like i have been thrown and abandoned in a wide open field with no clothes on my body. exposed. But you're no longer there, my friend. I am your mistake and you are the one i miss so terribly tonight.
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a delicious satisfaction: April 2014
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My back arches and my flesh aches in honor of you. A random night in April and here I am - masturbating with my gorgeous and thick dildo, with a sad song playing in the background, and thinking of you. There are tears in my eyes because I miss you like crazy, I still love you like crazy, and, fuck, you had a beautiful cock. Fucking is so much better when you are in love. Goddamn. You're in my soul and in every stroke of my pen upon paper when I illustrate. You are in my heart. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
