by BentleeSmith Falls, Ontario, Canada
Oct 2009 653 Views 10 comments
~when you touch me~
caress me stroke me hair is on end skins piled high with goose bumps again. . . this always happens layin outside with you, send chills up my spine eyes close warm sunshine. . . it's never the same how you gentle my skin, sometimes soft pressure or feathered slight touch. . . at times skin settles seem's ur no longer there to find your last touch blew away in the air~
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Posted: Oct 2009
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