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I miss watching his face in those last seconds before climax...and watching him return to normalcy afterwards...so empowering to know you can do that to someone.
And I miss the efforts he used to put into making it nice for me. The candles and the insense and the music...things I would never ask for, or never require, but were always nice to set the mood.
And I miss the way we used to melt into each other...and how it was like a beautiful duet...and sometimes I didn't know who was doing what, it was all fluid and hazy and lovely.
And now I'm crying...great thread, but I think I need a tissue.
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"With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."
-Desiderata
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