Today I felt like a child, smothered with flattery as a means of removing a piece of me to stick within your cheek. Tomorrow I want to feel like a woman, smothered with your sweet, lustful breath, returning that piece of me through rough kisses and craned acrobatics.
Desires rise too suddenly from my belly, too eagerly demanding immediate satisfaction. Build me up but do not let me down, I beg of you.
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