Climbing into you, I rock you slowly, becoming one. Fringe sliding over us caressing, aching for more. Melding to breathing and beating hearts, faster and deeper. Pulsating, we enter the place of no turning back, the fringes of our beings in our hot wet places. Do not stop now for we are almost there. I will bring you to the edge and beyond. We will implode into each other and become stars. Cellular memories of our journey will shine forever.


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