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February 15 - March 4, 2025
“Bella, ti parlerò in qualunque lingua tu mi dica se questo ti farà continuare a guardarmi in quel modo.”
“Dahlia,” he rasps, eyes meeting mine. “I speak three fucking languages—three—and when I tell you that there is not one word in any of them to describe the way you look right now. You’re beyond beauty. You’re beyond comparison to anything in this plane of existence. You’re something beyond comprehension. Unreal.”
“Me moriría de sed por ahogarme en ti,”
“¿Y yo? ¿Estoy pintado o qué?”
“Your body is my new religion, baby.” I wrap both arms around her legs, gripping her inner knees. “Now, spread those thighs and baptize me.”
“Quiero vivir, ahogarme y morir entre tus piernas, cariño.”
“Estas tan mojada. Tan estrecha. Eres perfecta, cariño,” he rasps against my lips. “Todo lo que siempre he querido. Te necesito para siempre. Dime que eres mía. Por favor. Mía, cariño. Sé mía.”
“You’re my wildflower.” He lets out a breathless laugh. “You blew into town one day on a whim and planted yourself right inside my soul. You’re rooted in me now, baby. I don’t mind waiting to watch you bloom.”
“I’ve been waiting my whole life to love you, Dahlia. We’ve got nothing but time.”
“You’re my compass, Wildflower. I’ll follow you forever, because that’s where I find home.”
“I’m not a fuck buddy.” I press my knee harder into his chest, sending him gasping for air. “I’m their fucking end game.”
