EndtoDarkness
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The feel of her hair in my hands, the wetness of her lips pressed to mine, the feel of her hungry body forced against mine as I shove her up against the wall, I hunger for little else.
To catch sight of that glorious creature as she struts into a bar as if she owns it and the looks of many men who would buy it for a chance to be with her is a rare treat, to know that that very woman longs for little else than to be used as my footstool is enough to make a man renounce all the riches in life save one.
To see her look at you as you play with them and to see the tears of happiness roll down her cheek as she realizes that you love them as your own is the sort of love that makes people move mountains, sacrafice themselves, go to war and fight for peace.
To be that woman's man and to have that woman as mine is everything to me. I have met that woman, I am done.
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