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She's holding her hands close above me, confidently not on herself or on me, what it does to me when I am touched by love without physical intimacy, no marriage bond or familiar friendship no wound care, no help in need, but the flow of the flowing in me intangible life There is what is there, I exist and feel it's the love I mean when I think of love, the love to be open from head to toe the soft warmth of hands on my body that cherishes me, I am not alone
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Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 5:22 AM UTC
Hands on my body
She's holding her hands close above me, confidently not on herself or on me, what it does to me when I am touched by love without physical intimacy, no marriage bond or familiar friendship no wound care, no help in need, but the flow of the flowing in me intangible life There is what is there, I exist and feel it's the love I mean when I think of love, the love to be open from head to toe the soft warmth of hands on my body that cherishes me, I am not alone
Collection “Lilith's Powers” # 110
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 5:22 AM UTC
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