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There’s something in the way we … mmmmmm, you know the speaking without words, the way I am silently heard, the moment your breath chills my neck, the way I vibrate tender violence. The way of opening these devotional pockets of timespace through lovemaking. The way you love me effortlessly, your hands awakening my spine before you enter me, ruthlessly. The way my mind goes blank as the earth of us quakes. The way you trust my body, our brilliant language building a mystery in luminous, slick, heat. The slow quickening. The way our lips reach. The way I grow hungry with the rhythm of our heartbeats. The way you see me through feverish edges, transforming tension into sweetness. The way we are you and me and we. The way I breathe reverence beyond what I believe I am. The way we are a crazy beautiful monster devouring each moment and each other
Hello and welcome, I’m Faye, resident muse, mentor, and devil on your shoulder. Here, we get a bit naughty on the journey to personal empowerment. And we do it through the realm of eros. We move from prescriptive to expressive. From obedient to deviant. From copied to embodied.
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I love this! Absolutely beautiful 💖🙏
Captures that desperate clutch after being apart for a while.