to be alive.
Everything is perfect. Everything I see is beautiful. Every song on the radio is a glorious anthem to life, full of sex and adventure and fun. I want to do everything, taste everything and feel everything.
I am the most bad-assed creation under the sun. I am an INVINCIBLE force of nature and a microcosm of the power and glory of womankind. I am woman, hear me moan.
And all this power, all this beauty and all this life, needs only his voice, his hand, a single gesture. And it's all his.
It is not a loss, in any way. The more my power belongs to him, the greater it becomes. My life, in his hands, is increased.
I thought I knew before what I wanted. I had no idea it would feel like this. Nothing will ever be the same.
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