Maybe you are just a liquid dream. Seeping into my soul in the dead of night when everything sleeps apart from my memories from another life, another electric, terrifying, lasciviously greedy time, when your lips touched my body, while mapping the skincare unfolding beneath your breath leaving a ripple of mesmerizing carnal pleasures, lingering in my veins... Or maybe you are not...

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