Not that I wouldn't,
but it is the freedom, the pleasure from purity. When you are thousand meters above the sea level, sitting on a pebble that just got stuck in between two stone walls. And there is nothing bellow, nothing but the fresh breeze and never-ending void.
I have these flashbacks of her scent freeing my soul. Sniffing the air for traces of freedom. Maintaining my integrity has never been that easy, but I give in to the sweet lust of the sight.
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