5d
I traced my lips,
until I felt yours press against them.
Fingers brushed my neck,
then your touch lingered there—
as if you were here,
so close, so near.
until I felt yours press against them.
Fingers brushed my neck,
then your touch lingered there—
as if you were here,
so close, so near.
(22/F/Philippines)
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