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My back touched the fabric of the couch as I slouched and tilted my head. I let my elbow fell on the armchair as my thumb flew between my lips and my teeth perched on its flesh. My forefinger ran back and forth, restlessly, on my nose bridge as I inhaled the details of your head thrown backward, your hair suspended in midair. some strands draping down your chest, your mouth half open, your secret self and your entire being all seducing my peripheral vision.
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Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 6:08 PM UTC
Stalking Stars
My back touched the fabric of the couch as I slouched and tilted my head. I let my elbow fell on the armchair as my thumb flew between my lips and my teeth perched on its flesh. My forefinger ran back and forth, restlessly, on my nose bridge as I inhaled the details of your head thrown backward, your hair suspended in midair. some strands draping down your chest, your mouth half open, your secret self and your entire being all seducing my peripheral vision.
~Lacus Crystalthorn 2013
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Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 6:08 PM UTC
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