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Mar 2018
I miss..
Fingers through my hair..maybe even a little tug or two.
A soft caress across my face.
Lips upon mine..a fun war of the tongues.
Light brushs quickly on my chest.
Gently rub my behind and thighs.
Finding hot spot.
Pushing for that high.
Loving myself is grand.
Cuddling with my fuzzy pillow.
Pretending I'm not all alone.
Yes i can love me.
But I would rather let someone else
Share it with me.
Connection
Angela Baerthel
Written by
Angela Baerthel  40/F/Everywhere
(40/F/Everywhere)   
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