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I want you. I want all of you. I want your fantasies to be so real you long for the taste of words. I want your reality to be so fantastical you believe the illusion. I want the mirror to lie, yet tell the impossible truth: you are mine, but I belong to you.

I want you. I want all of you. I want you beaten and undefeated. I want you savaged and tender. I want you soft as satin and tough as leather. I want you locked away, flying free with every breath.

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