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Your hand.... runs pass mine As we sit and sigh, enjoying the time, You turn to me as I turn to you we sense how each other feel But act as so we don't have a clue I slide my palm over the small of your back I lean in catching your scent, before you turn and give me a kiss We stare into each other eyes In a moment of bliss. Just to be close right now burns as hot as fire as sweat forms beneath my brow By an unspoken desire. There's a fragile feeling codependent on us A soft intimate moment Built upon trust.
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
Young Intimacy
Your hand.... runs pass mine As we sit and sigh, enjoying the time, You turn to me as I turn to you we sense how each other feel But act as so we don't have a clue I slide my palm over the small of your back I lean in catching your scent, before you turn and give me a kiss We stare into each other eyes In a moment of bliss. Just to be close right now burns as hot as fire as sweat forms beneath my brow By an unspoken desire. There's a fragile feeling codependent on us A soft intimate moment Built upon trust.
LtRose
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
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