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Stuff I like Part 13

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I have everything I desired, everything, until I met you. Do you remember how we met? I saw the object of every lonely dream I had ever had. My love speak to me, I beg you. There must be a part of you, trapped, buried alive, you wait for me, for your chance to live again, you will have that chance. Like apple sauce on strawberries, she is right here and she is a sleeping beauty, beauty is the right word, she is like Helen of Troy, she is perfect. She is an angel, the kind you worship and never touch. Nothing like that. It is nice, just looking at her, she is safe with me. I want your passion, you must feel as I feel. You are so beautiful, I see us together, a queen and her most loyal knight. You are in a long white robe and I am wearing armour, we are both riding horses. The sunlight hits your hair, you smile. We do not talk. Suddenly an arrow hits me, I am left alone with my thoughts. She sleeps like a child, an innocent girl and when she wakes, she sees me. The evil prince and all his men, they surround us and grab my queen. I break free on my stallion, I will come back for you. Back for you my queen. I fall, my armour covered in blood, they escape with my queen. I will find them, save her honour. She becomes aware of my arms around her. I draw her close, her eyelids flutter. her heart picks up pace. Her bosom shifts against mine, her fingers grope for handholds in my back, then, feeling my strength, relaxes. The ride is ours now and she welcomes it. She sighs in my arms, dreaming, she is safe with me. She sinks against me, I smell her hair and remind myself, she is not mine. I am not a knight, she is not a queen, I do not even know her. I had everything I desired until I met you, now you are everything that I desire

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