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Fig Jan 2020
i love the smell of warm skin
burying our heads in each other shoulders
feels so close
connected
this is as close as i can get to you
longing for a lover
desperate for touch
trace my back
My spine bends for you
I bend for you
you lean
mean
cuddle machine
i love cuddles.

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