There's a word for it.
It's like staring at your entire life in front of you, and desperately attempting not to blink in fear that it might disappear. Sweet nothings delicately passing through you ears, sending chills up and down your spine. The warmth you physically feel embracing your body every time you touch. Lust in it's most delicate and genuine form; the hiss pressing down on your neck and the hard hands brushing your thighs. For once in your life you feel satisfied... Not satisfied like you want it to stop, but like you've made up your mind.
I think it's called love.
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