I have a thing for hands.
Your hands in particular my Darling.
Especially when they are all over me caressing.
I guess this is just me confessing,that your hands when on me....
In a way stop me from stressing.
Stop me from stressing babe....
Will you?
Your wondering hands are like my
over-thinking brain.
They both wonder....
Will your hands touch me again...?
Yes, that's one of the thing's i wonder..
as once again we leave one another
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Author:
Melissa Taylor (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 12th, 2018 01:42
- Category: Love
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Comments1
There is very little more comforting and as 'de-stressing' as the touch of someone you love. Definitely a "touching thought" . Thank you for sharing.
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