My Soul is laid out before you. No hopes for acceptance , no need for forgiveness. Just me, bare and willing, being honest too far to measure...
© Spring C. Hyde
My fingertips ache for you…They miss caressing your neck,Feeling you tighten at the thrill of a touch,Sensitive where you didn't know you were.You thrill at my hands,Excited, confused, enticed, desiring…
Just… one… more… touch…
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