“I always want him. Always. It’s always like this between us, too. We come together and we simply…combust. So easily. Beautifully. Does he even know how he affects me? Does he realize how my heart now rests in his hands? I belong to him completely”

Monica Murphy

Monica  Murphy - “I always want him. Always. It’s always...” 1

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