Entirely and Enigmatically.

Freedom is the unexpected night that welcomes you. Freedom is letting go of my pain, of my inhibitions, freedom is a perfectly made martini. It is the taste of summer air and the touch of a lovers fingers on my skin. Freedom is not fleeting, it is integrated yet senseless. It is one good fuck after another. It is not moving for hours as to not disturb the peace, held in his arms. Freedom is choice. Freedom is in the small paper under my tongue and the kiss of her sweet lips and warm breath. It is the exploration of this debaucherous profound city. Freedom is within. Entirely and enigmatically. Freedom is I. Want to taste?

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