“I see you. I see your resilience and strength of will. I see your determination and tenacity. I see your desire for control and your longing to dance. I see your integrity and daring, even when every other fool in a packed room fails to. I see it all, and I want it all, for you’ve bewitched me out of my wicked fucking mind.” “Poet,” she implored. “You mustn’t.” “What would have happened in the labyrinth if we had been alone?” The memory surfaced like steam. Her legs opening, inviting me in. My hands inches from her, stroking the slit of her drawers. That dear pussy so close to the tips of my
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