"she walks up to where i am standing and wraps herself around me; wanting. there are tears in her eyes, tears that i don't understand, and she's leaving them all over my shirt. her hands on my face, then my chest, her...fuck, man, why am i still doing this? i'm done; i'm putting down my pen. i could continue writing the next part; about her rubbing her ass on my crotch or i can actually use these hands on her hips to keep it there. i choose the latter. no more words, i'm tired of them. so unless they're inked on her body somewhere, i'm done with words. fuck her, err, 'em."
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