I'm sorry but I just can't make that promise. I can't touch your breasts and not want to feel your nipples brush against my cheek as I kiss all around them. To feel them respond to my hot breath and harden, as if reaching out achingly for my lips.

I'd love to have that kind of restraint, but I'm afraid I just don't. They're too beautiful.

I'm sorry.

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.