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How can the person that makes you so angry you want to murder them, also be the one who knows your body very well.

The person who knows all your pleasure points and can give the utmost pleasure in the world. I knew I was going to go back to hating him in the morning but tonight I couldn't stop moaning his name.

I didn't want him to stop pleasing me, and the thought of him leaving in the morning was already hurting me.

I'm supposed to hate him, but every time we are alone together, he makes me feel liked, wanted but I know that's just my wishful thinking. He loved Laura too much to feel anything for anyone else.

The sun shining in the morning, will always be a reminder that I mean nothing to him. Only the sight of a moon gives me solace. I always thought I was a morning person, but even that changed overnight.

Yesterday, I wanted to leave but today, this moment watching him lick the inside of me like candy, draws me closer to him. Maybe it's just lust talking but to me, I'm growin