I want to be alone with you, in a dark corner of some bar; legs touching, minds melding, thoughts feeding off each other. Red Hot Conversation, electric touch, and brief but intense moments of physical affection. Lost in a world of your wildest dreams, teasing out the thoughts, beliefs, and manifestations that make you who you are.
Silent sexual tension teasing lovers lost but hoping not to be found. Lovely letters let us lose ourselves in love, lust, and everything in between.
But then the realest reality sets in: we could never be friends, let alone be kin.
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