faking it. are you faking it? can you even fake it? when your fingers are entangled in my hair and you're holding my forehead pressed to yours, when you whisper my name like a prayer? when my lips meet your neck and they're tracing your lines down, when they follow your veins, guided by that violently pumped blood right down to the source, to your heart, which pulse I can sense right through like it's beating on my mouth and pushing all of you into me?

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