Taste Of Desire
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My fiance put my hand on his hand, as a symbol of friendship. I was sacrificed for his friend's reputation.
But I was already drown in his warmth. It was an addiction. Caring for him became my habit. His touched became my needs. I didn't see him as a villain of my life, I overlooked the problem with him and saw a man scared of this society.
I couldn't slapped his hands away when he held me, cause I was the one holding it.
Love comes with respect, care, affection.
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