Sex...

A lonely drug for happiness. An intimacy of lies, looking for a lost heart buried somewhere in a pile of non-meaning nights. Nights that always lead back to all the moments that were made with sheets of love. The hands entagled, trembling as one can feel the love explode. While the love spreads through the silken skin, smooth from the taste love made, bodies fall asleep. The only thing left is lust.

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