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Then, I heard the music. Real music was what I heard. I eased back down into the chair as I sat back to listen. The tone was filled with passion, sadness, loss. It seemed so familiar. But it was different. I was so moved; I must find out. I have to look and see.…
Oh my God. There he was.
The next thing I knew……’
We were facing each other, looking into each other’s eyes, the sea streaming out of my sockets uncontrollably, the snow landing and setting into place into his hair, following the whisper of the chilly winter air, piercing my cheeks, nipping my nose. But those hungry, devoted eyes melting into mine, setting my soul on fire.…
My fingers are stroking his cheek. Is this man, this angel, this work of art real? Was this a dream? Am I still on my own weightless feet?
His arms are now around me, sheltering me from the cold. Oh this is home.
I am crying in his arms. Nothing is impossible if love isn’t.
Then he kissed me.
And the heat slowly began to raise in my body, burning me in his wrath, his hot, burning love. Oh he was burning for me. Oh yes. Oh. I gasped, panting, my chest heaving.
“Do you like it wet?” his voice echoed into my ears. My head throbbed uncontrollably as my knees became heavy.
Oh Austin. Hold me now! Oh hold me!!
“Do you…?”
I panted harder, the sensation growing stronger.
Oh Austin. I opened my mouth to the frozen breeze, crystalizing us together, which made him push harder. Faster. Oh please.
My blood boiled inside me beneath my epidermis, beneath my flesh, into the core of my bones. My fingers pulled onto his dreads as his pulled me in, deep, very deep.
And finally I heard a moan.

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Then, I heard the music. Real music was what I heard. I eased back down into the chair as I sat back to listen. The tone was filled with passion, sadness, loss. It seemed so familiar. But it was different. I was so moved; I must find out. I have to look and see.…
Oh my God. There he was.
The next thing I knew……’
We were facing each other, looking into each other’s eyes, the sea streaming out of my sockets uncontrollably, the snow landing and setting into place into his hair, following the whisper of the chilly winter air, piercing my cheeks, nipping my nose. But those hungry, devoted eyes melting into mine, setting my soul on fire.…
My fingers are stroking his cheek. Is this man, this angel, this work of art real? Was this a dream? Am I still on my own weightless feet?
His arms are now around me, sheltering me from the cold. Oh this is home.
I am crying in his arms. Nothing is impossible if love isn’t.
Then he kissed me.
And the heat slowly began to raise in my body, burning me in his wrath, his hot, burning love. Oh he was burning for me. Oh yes. Oh. I gasped, panting, my chest heaving.
“Do you like it wet?” his voice echoed into my ears. My head throbbed uncontrollably as my knees became heavy.
Oh Austin. Hold me now! Oh hold me!!
“Do you…?”
I panted harder, the sensation growing stronger.
Oh Austin. I opened my mouth to the frozen breeze, crystalizing us together, which made him push harder. Faster. Oh please.
My blood boiled inside me beneath my epidermis, beneath my flesh, into the core of my bones. My fingers pulled onto his dreads as his pulled me in, deep, very deep.
And finally I heard a moan.