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if you had my love and I gave you all my trust would you comfort me? // "Im lucky to have you." I have been brushing my face into the soft of his side. Inhaling his scent in copious slow breaths inwards, holding just a bit to savor him. Did he...? He feels lucky to have...me? I f

Red is the color of romance My fingertips purposefully Curling into the flush of your wrist I feel red coursing through your steady Drumming of heartbeat beneath me And red, well, it's the color of desire Your eyes on mine as we Ride waves together, losing track of time The sun red a