shot of joy under a blindfold, 16.03.2019

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cool tiled floor under naked feet and you can't see my fingers brushing your skin ever so slightly as my lips almost touch the side of your ear sensing me moving away so that in the distance anticipation wells up in the pit of your stomach as I come back again and water drops make shivers detonate the desire that my tongue hurries to follow and nest below and inside you. more.