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Lay your hands upon me. Feel the shivers of delight as the warmth of your grip spreads. Your fingers dig into soft flesh. In that one single touch I am lost. How I crave these moments. To lay in one another arms and touch. Our needs and emotions expressed as hands fan out to stroke over a thigh, or down along the column of a neck. Our eyes meet and love shines. Lay your hands on me, consume me with your touch.
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I text you.
It is ridiculous.
It is vague and awkward. It references being distracted and I hope that you know what that means. That it means I am thinking about your hands and your mouth and your body. That it means I am wanting you.
I ask if you want to come over. We have discussed this…