UNTITLED
I want to be cradled in your firm yet gentle grasp. My senses are reeling, I get lost in you, and your smiling eyes. The touch of your hand barely brushing against mine and makes the butterflies twirl and flutter in my stomach. That nauseating, yet exciting feeling takes over. I hold on to every word you say, your voice makes me tremble inside, in a good way. Your beard is scratchy against my sensitive skin, but I love it. Everything about you in this moment is pure divinity.
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There is that laugh that I adore...I can hear it right now, in my mind of course...