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I feel you, even when your not there. My senses spike when your near. I long for your touch, to feel your fingertips brush my skin, your skillful hands massage the stress away from my aching back; feeling you breathe against my ear makes me giggle in response. Tilting my head i expose my neck inviting you to plant soft kisses down to my collar bone. I turn my head to face you and whisper the words, I love you.

It’s not the feeling of your touch.

It’s the feeling of you.


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