He pushes forward and the stars that come then explode and I chant his name, I scream his name. He snaps his hips again and again, and I’m riding on waves above the pain, in the ocean, and there are earthquakes, but they’re so, so good, and when he sighs my name in my ear, I explode, and I breathe in. I breathe out. I breathe for the years we’ve lost, and the future we might have. Most of all, I just breathe.
— Sep 22, 2025 01:30PM
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