The lucky one · 21d

Every thought of you sets my veins aflame, each glance pulling me deeper into this sweet torment. Your touch lingers like fire on my skin, leaving me craving the next wave of your desire.

If this is torment, I’ll beg for it endlessly. Show me how much you’re aching, show me the madness of your longing.

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