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I'm obsessed with how your voice drops an octave when you're plotting mischief let's scheme over rooftop cocktails until the city forgets its name. You strike me as a thunderstorm chaser; I'll be the lightning that keeps striking twice in the same spot. Tell me your favorite scent on skin after rain, and I'll bottle it with my lips.
I lose it when you trace lazy circles on my thigh under the table, pretending we're behaving. The sound of your laugh breaking into a gasp when I tug your hair just right is my personal symphony. Confess a single kink, and I'll orchestrate it until the neighbors learn our names.
We're locked in an old library after hours, books forgotten as I press you against the poetry shelf and recite you with my mouth. Every page we turn is a new position, every hush a moan we swallow. Dawn finds us ink-stained and breathless ready for round two in the philosophy section.
I'm the one who'll memorize the freckles across your nose and connect them into filthy constellations with my tongue. My go-to move is sliding my jacket over your shoulders in a crowded room, claiming you without a word. Want to see how fast I can make "just friends" sound like a dare?
I hoard the way your fingers twitch when you're nervous; mine are already itching to still them between my teeth. My secret is the pause right before I kiss you long enough to make galaxies collapse. Hand me one forbidden thought, and I'll turn it into a religion we practice nightly.My Fetishes: