The Sexiness in the Heat of Summer. {poetry}
They say the Italian girls have hot blood. Oh, how we rage. Our little bodies a violent ray of heat, we love like we burn… blistering.
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The Relief in Admitting Our Truth to Ourselves.
The sharpest tool to combat fear is truth. Even amid impenetrable darkness, the spark of confession can ignite the torch we clutch with blistered hands.