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August 14, 2004
I want to kiss for hours on the coast of the Mediterranean. Grope like rowdy teenagers in the car at night on the side of some Portuguese backroad under stars. I want you to fuck me like it's the last thing you'll ever do, hands tangled in my hair as I brace myself against a wall in an alley in Spain, grunting my name. I want to hold you in my mouth in a cheap hotel in Tangier, climb on top of you, make you lose control. I want you tell me you'll always love me and we'll always be.