The fuzziness of my blankets don't compare to the fuzziness of your chest
My nose is tickled by the hair there , then there is your warm skin pressing
against my tickled breasts
Your arms hold me close as if losing me was your fear
With you is where I want to always be, your heartbeat the one I
always want to hear
Cynthia Harris
such wonderful raw imagery. i just love these.
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