Ohhh, my boytoy used to heal me on a regular basis. Damn, sometimes that healing would involve lovely bruises and a sore neck from my head banging against the headboard! 
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Love withers under constraint; its very essence is liberty. It is compatible neither with envy, jealousy or fear. It is there most pure, perfect and unlimited when its votaries live in confidence, equality and unreserve.
~Percy Byshe Shelley
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