Her feminine hands
Ran through her shimmering,
Golden locks
The gentle strands
Felt soft
Between her fingers
Her gray-mint eyes closed
and she could almost hear
The frush of the golden yarn
As it rubbed up against itself
The smokey scent
Of the California air
Caressed her senses
And the silent taste
Of her saliva
Followed soon thereafter
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 12:36 PM UTC
Her feminine hands
Ran through her shimmering,
Golden locks
The gentle strands
Felt soft
Between her fingers
Her gray-mint eyes closed
and she could almost hear
The frush of the golden yarn
As it rubbed up against itself
The smokey scent
Of the California air
Caressed her senses
And the silent taste
Of her saliva
Followed soon thereafter
Hm yes, the lovely experiences of running one's hands through their own hair and breathing.
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