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Jan 2019
Fingertips fall delicately onto his skin  
Mastering the art of repairing what’s been forgotten.
Each inch done incorrectly will slowly cover up, wanting to devore what it’s been feed.
He may not mind it at that time, however he will desire more, especially once you’ve left your imprints on his skin.
Closing his eyes,letting out the heat from his mouth rise, enough for you to hear his breathing and make you shiver like dandelions being blown away from the upcoming breeze into the midnight sky
You start to wonder, once again, how this could of been differently if you weren’t able to let your fingertips fall delicately onto his skin =
Maria Lumbreras
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Maria Lumbreras  24/F/California
(24/F/California)   
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