“But he was coming. He would be here soon, all sweet and brave and shattered and kind. He would come carrying and clever-fingered and oh so unaware of oh so many things. He was rough against the world, but even so...”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things
I know I want to fuck you
Again
When your eyes
Make my heart jump
I know I want to see you again
When I keep replaying your smile
Hours after you have left
I know I could fall in love with you
all over again
When my hands are gripping the sheets
And I’m about to cum
From the sound of your voice
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