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my hands hover above his skin ready to begin a glorious prelude, a lithe overture smooth ivory lay beneath my fingertips where anticipation mounts, palms tingling, aching to travel across satin scenery, the supple canvas my covetous joints crave the staging of a sacred symphony
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Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 4:10 PM UTC
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my hands hover above his skin ready to begin a glorious prelude, a lithe overture smooth ivory lay beneath my fingertips where anticipation mounts, palms tingling, aching to travel across satin scenery, the supple canvas my covetous joints crave the staging of a sacred symphony
to b minor not to be mine
erin-e
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Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 4:10 PM UTC
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