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Feb 2013
his hands

soft with a light touch
dancing across me
with a purpose
all of my thoughts disappear
its just him and i
nothing else matters

but his hands

brown and smooth
weightless against me
gliding everywhere
swimming through my skin
in
and
out
gentle with determination
with the lights down
and everyone so close
eyes shut and whispers
dangerous passion
nothing matters

except his hands
Lindsey Wells
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Lindsey Wells
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