It´s been six years since we last spoke.
We separated over trauma, pain, and fear.
However, I never stopped thinking about you.
I wanted to reach out, but I feared your hatred.
That fateful day, I took a chance and hit ¨follow.¨
From that point forward, a connection rekindled.
This connection transcended time, pain, and circumstances.
Weeks later I see your face standing in front of me.
You are just as beautiful now as you were when we first met.
Your beauty stirs my lust.
Your wit makes me brick.
Your beautiful brown skin makes me sin.
Your lust is just as delightful as when we first kissed.
You smile is just as infectious.
Darling.
Just beautiful.
Jus
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