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Himura Tomoe
I Am Only One
Memories fade into the silence
Haunting me tonight
With hope's last breath I take this moment in
It will be the last
Then morning breaks
And sunlight takes the pain away
Ever after never came
And I'm still waiting
For a life that never was
And all the dreams I lay to rest
Are ghosts that keep me
After all that I've become
I am only one
I am only one
I close my eyes and bleed this empty heart
Of all that longs to die
When faces lie and love will falter
I'm left with only time
And time will break
The dreams that take the pain away
Ever after never came
And I'm still waiting
For a love I'll never have
And all the dreams I lay to rest
Are ghosts that keep me
After all that I've become
I am only one
I am only one
I'm on my own here
And no one's left to be the hero of
This fairy tale gone wrong
As night will fall
My heart will die alone
Ever after never came
And I'm still waiting
For my heart to beat again
And all the dreams I've laid to rest
Are ghosts that keep me
After all that I've become
I am only one
I am only one
I am only one
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Date: 2021-04-20 01:07 am (UTC)as with constance, he lights on the fascination in how her nipples pert against his tongue, decides to switch the attention on her breasts, her left nipple gets a bolder treatment with several flicks of the tip. any response to it is a pleasant sign... yet when she rolls her hips against him and utters his name, his first name, a faint cry of bliss brushes on her breast coupled with the ache of his groin inside the fabric of his jeans and underwear. as if possessed by a greatest frenzy, both hands start to roam over her body: his right exploring the lines of her belly, going sideways to her hip and back her left buttock, his left going up slowly to her spine, her back and shoulder blades, later down through the same path to her right buttock. finally, taking an interest across her legs.
the attention to her breasts paused to look at tomoe, his chin resting on her cleavage. a heavy gaze and in a lower voice — ]
I want you to commit my touch to memory, that if I leave again, I loved you more than anything...