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Verse 1

Now I've heard there was a secret chord

That David played, and it pleased the Lord

But you don't really care for music, do you?

It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth

The minor fall, the major lift

The baffled king composing "Hallelujah"

Verse 4

There was a time you let me know

What's really going on below

But now you never show it to me, do you?

And remember when I moved in you

The holy dove was moving too

And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

#broken hallelujah

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“If you can give her mind an orgasm then making her pussy cum is just a formality.”

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“Being both soft and strong is a combination very few have mastered.”

— Yasmin Mogahed

3 Words

Close your eyes. Focus on me. Open your mouth. Open your pussy. 

They are mine. I know you. Feel me inside.  

That’s it, baby. Bite me deep. Bear down hard. Take me in. Cum on me. 

I own you. Let yourself go. You are mine. I’ll keep you. My little slut. 

Moan for me. My pretty girl. My sexy girl. I have you. Do not move.

I control you. All your openings. All your wet. This soft tongue. 

Everything is mine. Do you hear? Answer me. Who’s are you? Tell me now.

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“Those who pass by us, do not go alone, and do not leave us alone; they leave a bit of themselves, and take a little of us.”

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

from “October in the Chair,” in M is for Magic, Neil Gaiman (b. 10 Nov 1960)

“You know the rule, baby”

“Kneel down for me”

“Beg for what you want”

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“You’ll understand why storms are named after people.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

~If it pleases him…

There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic. - Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale

“Soul-mates aren’t the ones who make you happiest, no. They’re the ones who make you feel you the most. Burning edges and scars and stars. Old pains and pangs, captivation and beauty. Strain and shadows and worry and yearning. Sweetness and madness and dreamlike surrender. They hurl you into the abyss. They taste like hope.”

— Victoria Erickson

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Pleasing him, pleases her.