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I just ache to be touched by you still swimming in heat moist and quivering silently beneath soft black cotton but in those fear-mongering moments I can't move. Like a statue made of marble I ache to touch you but I end up sitting there cold and lifeless next to you on the bed thinking of a million ways in which to stroke you gently but all we can muster together is a few brushes of the hand a head resting on a shoulder a full-bodied tight squeezed hug an awkward cheek kiss and it's excruciatingly painful. So much tension that builds and builds and builds and builds never getting anywhere. I can feel it penting up in you too through engorged pupils shaking knocking knees fidgeting hands looks that aren't deadpan but open and raw and swelling. There are rises and dips moments of eclipse where you and I find comfort in each other's arms whether they be wrapped or resting whether they be hovering just hovering almost touching we were almost touching. Seeing your smile in the doorway as I left lanky frame in depth an ache I cannot escape warming the cockles of this here mongrel heart vast into infinity. What a funny little cuddle jamboree!
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
Cuddle Jamboree
I just ache to be touched by you still swimming in heat moist and quivering silently beneath soft black cotton but in those fear-mongering moments I can't move. Like a statue made of marble I ache to touch you but I end up sitting there cold and lifeless next to you on the bed thinking of a million ways in which to stroke you gently but all we can muster together is a few brushes of the hand a head resting on a shoulder a full-bodied tight squeezed hug an awkward cheek kiss and it's excruciatingly painful. So much tension that builds and builds and builds and builds never getting anywhere. I can feel it penting up in you too through engorged pupils shaking knocking knees fidgeting hands looks that aren't deadpan but open and raw and swelling. There are rises and dips moments of eclipse where you and I find comfort in each other's arms whether they be wrapped or resting whether they be hovering just hovering almost touching we were almost touching. Seeing your smile in the doorway as I left lanky frame in depth an ache I cannot escape warming the cockles of this here mongrel heart vast into infinity. What a funny little cuddle jamboree!
sienna-luna
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
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