a fine boy

February 8, 2018

the linger of his touch stayed upon my hips.

his sweet, soft lips against my neck, taking delicate steps.

the way he smelt was radiant, bouncing off of the walls of my nose, almost dancing.

yeah, he was a fine boy, i knew it from the start.

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