

5 More MinutesFive More Minutes Griffin Sauer At first, all I could feel was warmth; as soft sunlight suffused the darkness, despite the best efforts of the towel draped across the window, and hazily illuminated the room around me. I lay on a worn, comfortable mattress that grooved slightly, cupping my familiar weight. I continued to slowly wake up as my eyes remained closed, still not motivated to action, and hearing the siren call of sleep ringing fresh in my ears. Knowing full well it was a losing battle; I attempted to shift myself, only to be met with a reflexive moan of protest. She lay there still. Her form so close to mine, it had5 More Minutes
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One stick won't make fire, and God's creatures dearly love to warm their hands on a fire.
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I see you lying next to me
With words I thought I'd never speak
Awake and unafraid
Asleep or dead?
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"Oh no, thats not for a bad neck, thats for bad sex!"
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One stick won't make fire, and God's creatures dearly love to warm their hands on a fire.
that's so totally what i wanna do to you right now. if only we were closer....
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I know you belive you understand what you think I said but I'm not sure you realize that wht you heard is not what I meant.
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