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Sep 23
i crave your silken skin
like silk itself

smooth and gentle
to the touch

your gooey choc chip
centre of cookie
smile

that a part of me

(a whole lot of me)

wants nothing
more to devour.

i want your blowdried
half burnt - half curled hair
admire it
run my fingers across it

(a photo does it no justice)
i really want a homemade cookie.
Written by
Elle
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