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raininjuarez: She’s a thousand miles away, a galaxy away. She may as well live in another century. I can’t touch her. I can’t taste her. I can’t press my face to her neck or whisper in her ear or feel her heat against mine. So I write. I
raininjuarez:“Whatever are you going to do with me, when you have me to yourself,” she teased coyly. “I am going to do soft things, pretty things, sweet things. Tender and gentle things And hard, relentless, remorseless, vicious things. I am going
raininjuarez: The thigh quiver. It’s one sign of a job well done Be observant, boys.
raininjuarez: At the cafe That hem is going to rise. Those hands are going to move. Her bare skin is too irresistible.
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raininjuarez: Slowly I could rush it. I could bury myself with one twitch of the hips, a hard, swift stab. I could suddenly sink in that dark, hot treasure. In an instant, I could be in you down to the root and grinding. I could take your sweet
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raininjuarez: He said, “I locked you in this body, I meant it as a kind of trial. You can use it for a weapon, or to make some woman smile.” Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me, yes and lover, lover, lover, lover,
raininjuarez: Diminuendo
raininjuarez: Such a pretty repose
raininjuarez: Sometimes we play tackle, and sometimes we play touch There are times … often, actually — when my need for her is cyclonic and beyond my capacity to control. When neither of us can tame the tempest, and things get battered. In these
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raininjuarez: Hey, you have your idea of what is romantic; I have mine.
raininjuarez: In the midst of the crowd [she] keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude. Emerson
raininjuarez:sheremembers how badshe was last night. She can’t wait to do it all again.
raininjuarez: Completion
raininjuarez: Anna’s party With Anna’s husband Anna’s loss
raininjuarez: The goal, of course, is to be able to play both pianissimo and fortissimo — quietly, so you can hear baby’s sigh, or with such drama and strength that screams cannot be discerned. To play both poco a poco — in a measured, relaxed,
raininjuarez: Yes, she’s a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma.But she’s my puzzle, and working her out is unbounded joy
raininjuarez:Can they see us?Yes, I am certain they can.What of it?
raininjuarez: A man who works with his hands is a laborer A man who works with his hands and his brain is a craftsman But a man who works with his hands and his brain and his heart is an artist.
raininjuarez: In ordinary circumstances, I can be a reasonable man A gentle soul A pacifist even But under these circumstances, pretty girl, I make no promises [Please do not remove the text from this post. Thank you]
raininjuarez: Eventually you bring me to that inflection point … the instant when the senses stop gathering and I begin exuding. Eventually, you work me to a place where discipline is no longer possible, where concentration becomes impossible …
raininjuarez: Selfish lovers I’d like to think that I’d work to find your pleasure simply to make you happy. I want to see myself in these altruistic terms. But make no mistake. I want to exhaust you because it makes me feel glorious when I
raininjuarez: Bashful? Not for you.
raininjuarez: As I got older, they said I’d have to put away my toys. I just got new ones
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raininjuarez: Yes, I suppose I have kept you waiting a long while And the right thing to do would be to allow you to crest. That would only be fair. You seem to be in distress, dangling there on the cusp But you know I am a difficult sort, baby, and
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raininjuarez: “Gently?” she asked “For now,” he said
raininjuarez: Sometimes it is a tempest — a violent, anarchic blur Sometimes it is a song carried on a summer breeze But it is always bliss
raininjuarez: Is it perfume from a dress That makes me so digress? Eliot
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raininjuarez: … the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
raininjuarez: Whenever we are together is the right time Wherever we are is the right place.
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raininjuarez: There was nothing perfect about him except his hunger, which had no end There was nothing perfect about her, except the desire to feed him
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raininjuarez: She was my ecstatic fixation. Her addictive enticements gave her a gravitational pull I found it impossible to resist. I lived for the thrill — the exhilaration — of being there. But being with her was like catching knives. You knew
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raininjuarez: We met for coffee.Just coffee. What could possibly happen over coffee?Turns out she was hungry. And me? I was ravenous
raininjuarez: If your life is burning well Poetry is the ash Leonard Cohen
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raininjuarez: There was a deliberate self-assuredness to him, and she wasn’t sure at first whether she liked it. Every gesture, every word, every action felt calculated, natural, inevitable. When he touched her that first time — as his fingers traveled