This is not the reason I stay, nor why I invite you over. Though you may feel like the key that finally fit right and tight. This is not love, nor love in motion. Though when a fuck gains proper lust and becomes sex and sex mixes in emotions and hearts that vulgar fuck becomes making love. And love is love and love is all we want.
Power without love is reckless and abusive, and love without power is sentimental and anemic.
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