erotic journal entry
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Chattanooga summer wraps around you like a lover, inviting rituals and reckless abandon. The air buzzes with creativity as memories and sensual energy intertwine. Amidst warmth and whispers, fleeting connections spark, urging the heart to either risk vulnerability or bask in reflection, and the choice defines the magic of this slow, honeyed season.
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I’m not afraid of your hands on my body; I’m afraid of how easily I’d give you my soul, if you asked for it the right way.
The Osmosis of Flesh 