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The feeling of your hand resting gently on my leg has become my own private religion. I worship your touch.
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
Sanctity
The feeling of your hand resting gently on my leg has become my own private religion. I worship your touch.
5.7.14
#love#religion#touch#sanctity
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Amberlynne
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
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