Where on earth would I wish to be? Nowhere. My dream is to step into her mind when she writes, each line, each word, each letter must be like her mind being undressed, knot after knot, being undone until there's nothing but a sacred nakedness, laid before my eyes, in all her charm and beauty, seduced and tempted to unravel again all her wildest secrets. Yes, I wish to be there, somewhere in the nooks and the corners of her mind when she's blooming in her lustful desires, secreting divine elixir and leaking completely inside her mind...
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