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Time is not a concept when I am wrapped up in you, comfortably enclosed in your warmth; my face buried in your chest, the smell of sandalwood creeping up my nostrils, the music of your breathing filling my ears.

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dani-hill

American

For You?

Written by

dani-hill

American

Published: Jan 14, 2013
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