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Christ almighty, she’s innocence wrapped in sin.
He makes my soul ache. I read it again, and my whole body aches.
I’m his Ivory, and he’s my darkest note.
Her feistiness might be my fuel, but her obedience is my fucking fire.
Words aren’t needed because we have something better. Our own notes. It’s just us and our song, the tune pulsing between us, nourishing, fusing, and making us one.
