She was devoted to the voices in her head and the comfort
she found in her thoughts was unmeasured. She drowned in men’s affections and
her luscious thighs were bruised with his bites and pulls from last night’s
love. She wanted him to thirst for her and be addicted to her but she kept
convincing herself that a time for a love like that had passed and this is what
she needed. Moderation. She knew she needed moderation. And that’s what he gave
her. Just enough kisses. Far and wide smiles. Of course, there were more
dangerous loves, hungrier men but she preferred to be starved by this one man.
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