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Dec 2014
I’ve been spoiled.

Pleasures of the flesh dancing circles in my dreams, laying rose petals, supple and decadent in their beauty across memories of the feel of your skin. Smooth and distinctly human.

With hands like wandering explorers, curious and cautious as fingers danced across foreign flesh.
sleep-deprivedeyes
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sleep-deprivedeyes  Richmond
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