Russian Flame
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Mon, Nov 11, 2019
A desperate heart, a sweet escape. His dark soul is beckoning me, turning my body against me. His lips whispering words I can't seem to fathom yet all I see is his lips and the frost bitten breath I so badly want on my skin. Pure and raging desire that only his touch can bring. I'm drowning in his voice dreading his leave. He'll be the death of me yet he isn't even mine to keep.
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