I want it all. I wa t you light and your darkness, your caresses and your pinches, your tenderness and your occasional acts of cruelty. Most of all, though, I want your goosebumps. When you touch me, I want to feel goosebumps crawling all over my skin, into my flesh and onto my heart. I want to shudder in delicious anticipation, then be torn asunder by shock waves of emotion and sensation. Let me have your goosebumps. Make me a slave to your touch.
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