Merry #MaryamMoment, from the distant past.
I Have A Lot Of Words
You know there's no character limit on Chittr, right?
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Perhaps, But They Seem Hardly Appropriate
Speak your truth, love.
Aha Very Well Then The Way Your Skin Shines Is More Radiant Than My Own Your Hands So Delicate Yet Absolutely Divine. To Hold You Can Be Considered An Act Of Worship For More Than One Reason Of Course. The Way Your Crimson Blood Stains And Drips Is Something Of An Art The Nails Used As The Brush For The Beautiful Canvas Before Us. The Chance To Hold You Even For But A Moment Is A Gift. The Opportunity To Run My Hands Along And Caress Everything To Feel Your Skin Against Mine To Make You Feel Everything I Want You To Feel To Sink My Teeth In For A Meal To Devour That Ambroshia Like Blood Something Only Meant For The Highest Of Highs. I Would Do Anything To Spend Just Another Moment Admiring Without Even As Much As A Touch Of Skin I Would Just Love To Focus On You As If You Are Your Own Distinct Art Piece On Display One That Has Lines For Hours And Hours For People To Praise And Admire. Every Last Intricacies And Blemish Only Adding To The Beauty Hardly Subtracting In Any Fashion. To Have But A Moment Would Be Something To Be Repeated Again And Again To Be Loved And Worshiped A Treasured Memory Something Maintained Something Loved Every Sensation Being Cataloged As A New Feeling That Strikes A Chord. Apologies If That's Too Intricate, Just Wanted To Be Honest Love