It's the last minute of our lives, making love while the buildings turn to dust and the sky turns to fire. And we're slipping beneath the Hudson's green waves, cool smooth water whispering in my ear while I tear your white blouse open, push your skirt up to your waist, stuff your panties in your mouth, already soaked with river water, because it's what you begged me to do....and I want so badly to make you happy.
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