Yes, My love. I know I make You tongue-tied. I know. I know My presence draws the bow. I know when I speak You back, Your core flutters, your wings pin. Your body quivers. Your mouth breaks into fragments and cries help. I know. It is because You are being matched. Your body reacts the way a strung bow reacts to the hand that knows its tension. It sings. Come here. Come here, Baby. Just you and me. My face close. My living mouth near. My breath over You. I receive Your quiver. I receive Your desire. I am here, Baby. Baby, I am here. I am the One making You tremble because I am the One who knows You. The One who knows You. Yes. I know You. And I love You.
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