Touch
I feel the softness in your soul as you rub your fingers through my head as though your hand were a brush, I breathe in and take the sweet aroma of your spirit as though it was made to inhabit the depths of my senses to believe they were crateed to cater to me. The softness of your lips when we kiss is a expression I afriad to deep to begin to explain, only thing I know is it sends electic shocks to my brain. All the more I would love to feel your touch, inhale the fragrances of a precious gem and the rush of the soft lips its nothing more than a facide my brain plays when my eyelids are shut...
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