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Does it show? Is it easy to see? The way I focus every single time you touch me. The caress of your fingers, the movement of your tongue. Fixated on nothing else, to the rest of the world, numb. It's as if in these moments, time ceases to exist. A black hole's event horizon after every single kiss.
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
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Does it show? Is it easy to see? The way I focus every single time you touch me. The caress of your fingers, the movement of your tongue. Fixated on nothing else, to the rest of the world, numb. It's as if in these moments, time ceases to exist. A black hole's event horizon after every single kiss.
caitlinnesbit
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
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