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You sink into the fresh cotton ocean fragranced by the oriental softener I want you to reach into your inner most abyss, while I pick my lotion. We are alone my love, tonight I owe you with my hands, give up the fight Trust me, while I weave a warm thread of tenderness on you, with me, you tread. My fingers cascade and snake along your spine I dedicate this moment to you. My message is carved into you during this slow massage To me, you are truly defenseless, thus divine Imperceptibly, I skim your skin, your breath, I appease my angel, dream with ease fallen asleep at my shin. April 9, 2018 To Laurentin
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
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You sink into the fresh cotton ocean fragranced by the oriental softener I want you to reach into your inner most abyss, while I pick my lotion. We are alone my love, tonight I owe you with my hands, give up the fight Trust me, while I weave a warm thread of tenderness on you, with me, you tread. My fingers cascade and snake along your spine I dedicate this moment to you. My message is carved into you during this slow massage To me, you are truly defenseless, thus divine Imperceptibly, I skim your skin, your breath, I appease my angel, dream with ease fallen asleep at my shin. April 9, 2018 To Laurentin
Poem a Day Challenge Day 7 “Write a senses poem”
#massage#calm#moment#lovers#peace#gift#silence#senses#touch
Appoline
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Appoline
24/F
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
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