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Touch
To be touched is to be loved.
Like a heavy morning's dew glazing over every blade of glass;
I long to be grasped deeper within
and made to beg for such sweetness
like fear in broad daylight.
Like a heavy morning's dew glazing over every blade of glass;
I long to be grasped deeper within
and made to beg for such sweetness
like fear in broad daylight.
Published 3rd Apr 2016
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27th Apr 2016 3:18am
This has so many reads,
and no comments.
That's criminal,so
I say bravo.
A felt piece.
-j
and no comments.
That's criminal,so
I say bravo.
A felt piece.
-j
1st May 2016 11:32pm
or a gasp of fresh air as your ground rumbles from the quake of your lust....nice ink :)
"To be touched is to be loved..." That's exactly how I feel bout it for sure
Anonymous
11th Jul 2016 5:52pm
This is one of your most lovely vulnerable expressions
