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Without you, the darkness is stormy: I cannot fall ; I imagine you on top of me... I imagine you below me while I ride you, and I touch myself until I gasp and despair at not being able to bite you, hug you and fall exhausted next to you. Don't let my dreams do what my body wants your hands to be, your tongue, your member. Today, I can't say good morning, I'm sorry.

I don't know if you want to know that I woke up clutching the pillow; nailing the nails; thinking it was you... My breasts wanted to perch on your torso and my sex sought to merge with you under the first rays of the sun. I want to say good morning to you and that, when we can't take it anymore, you give me a good night kiss.