All Good Things
All good things must come to an end
That's what they say when things begin
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She is like the first warm rays of sunshine on a winter's morning; gently rousing me with her vibrant caresses. My frigidness falls away. She invigorates me; prepares me for the day ahead. Her heat penetrates my very soul and warms me to my core. The light and gentle touch of her bare skin on mine fills me with such fantastic pleasure that I crave more. My mouth descends on hers as her soft, full lips meet my own lips with fervor. She runs her delicate yet strong hand over the side of my face as she breaks our kiss. A smile is shared and I feel my chest swell with adoration for the beautiful woman with whom my limbs are entangled in the serene and early dawn.
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He must have been watching me sleep; I was not startled when my own eyes met his intensely blue ones when I woke. The heat of his flesh made mine hunger for him once more. To finally, after all of our avoidances and considerations and ignorance, come together in a way that I only ever imagined in my most secret of thoughts; this awakened my very being. His eyes danced in the sparse light of the new day. A new day that I was once again blessed to be facing with him.
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She showed me her piquant side; her frivolous charms that left me feeling giddy and thirsty and ever more eager to uncover her further. Her breasts swelled towards my mouth and I devoured her; the delicious noises she made at my behest causing me to grow harder still. Her body reacted to my attentions; she was pliant at my touch.
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His own authority never once made me feel threatened or inadequate; I welcomed it in my desire to be with him. To taste and touch and inhale him; to give myself over to him. Not once had he pushed me to do something that I did not wish to do. We were equals in every sense of the word. We desired each other equally; complemented one another equally; we loved equally. I found myself malleable to him, with all of the passion of his embrace.
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The mournful days are made tolerable just by her presence; I am filled with gratitude to have her by my side. The loss of those close to us is like a slow and tortuous stabbing from a dull blade. The throbbing in my head growing ever stronger, louder. I find solace in her embrace; pressed closely to her bosom where I hear the gentle, steady thrumming of her heart. I close my eyes; the pain subsides for a time.
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To see such worry etched across his face like a thousand years of suffering makes my stomach sink. He is everyone's champion; the one who leads us. We sometimes take for granted the toll he pays; the weight of his burden.
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Numbness is still pain. My pain-filled thoughts envelop my wakefulness; the weariness prods at me constantly but I do not give in. For if I do; what am I giving up on? Them? Her? I persist and find my senses catching light under her skilled and knowing fingers. A small gesture it is, when she takes hold of my hand; but it means so much more.
I'm still with you she whispers each night; a reminder of her promise. A reminder to go on.
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For all of his darkness and brutality, his heart is not cold; it is guarded, and deep within its most sacred places it beats for the love of life. Whatever this life may be. It is that fight within him that I adore. That strength which I crave; the love which inspires me.
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I am pleased to have known her; grateful to have shared myself with her; happy to have had another day with a chance with her. But like every day ends with the warm sun setting and giving way to a darkened sky, so too does our story. With the light extinguished and the darkness pervading. Every story culminates.
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All good things end; promises are shattered; a touch can grow cold; and everyone, yes everyone goes away, like dust blowing in the wind.
All good things must end…