I want the words to come to my fingers when I call them. I want these words to bend over backwards to do my bidding. I want them to come crawling back when they have disobeyed, when they have hindered forward progress. When they have dared to come between myself and my message. I want these words to do what I want, and when they do, the electric storm it creates is so heady, I want to fall into it and drown myself in the lust of the moment.
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