Want.
That is what I feel when I think of you.
I want to feel your hands..
I want them entangled in my hair.
My tresses coiled around your digits as you massage.
Your fists clenched in my mane as you pull.
I want them on my skin.
Touching, teasing, caressing...
Leading my senses onward unto oblivion.
Your touch,
Exploring.
Roaming.
Wandering.
And I want more.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
Want.
That is what I feel when I think of you.
I want to feel your hands..
I want them entangled in my hair.
My tresses coiled around your digits as you massage.
Your fists clenched in my mane as you pull.
I want them on my skin.
Touching, teasing, caressing...
Leading my senses onward unto oblivion.
Your touch,
Exploring.
Roaming.
Wandering.
And I want more.
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