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Her lips are soft, but forbidden.
Her hands bring me to heights previously unknown, but aren't allowed.
The ring on my left hand tells me I shouldn't love Alice as I do, but when she breathes my name, makes me scream, I don't know how to stop wanting that.
Her nails scratch down my spine and I cringe away. My body isn't hers to mark, but I suspect she does it on purpose. She knows. She wants her rightful place, and who am I to deny it? To deny the love she gives so freely and beautifully.
I'm so selfish.