webs are made of threads
thick and thin ones
in-between strings
pulling us together
or pulling us apart
laughing and loving
or arguing and shouting
the web envelops us
from our first family
to our now family
to the future family without
us.
strings in the wind are us.
Kink is sacred, don't @ me.
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I am on my hands and knees on a dirty carpet in front of an open window,
and I am naked from the waist down. Who undresses in this order? I always
lose my ...
1 week ago
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