[ oh, he could see it all playing out clearly in his head, before his eyes: the faceless frame of psyche so absolutely lonely, starved from genuine connection when most simply see what she bares in exterior. but what about psyche? he thinks— did no one have the curiosity to know her? falco’s breathing is warm and steady, possibly inflating and deflating behind paul and between his stroking fingers.
there’s a buildup. there’s hardship— he’s anticipating a twist, and says with a deep churr underlining perle’s voice: ]
no subject
there’s a buildup. there’s hardship— he’s anticipating a twist, and says with a deep churr underlining perle’s voice: ]
I believe in Eros.