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Friction


Her fingers felt like whipped cream on my skin.

Her fingers felt like caramel and honey, sticking to me for life.

Her fingers felt like a patch made of linen.

Her fingers felt like a cure that ended all my strife.


Her fingers glaze my body

with memories I will never forget.

Her fingers unlock my lock with her key

Her fingers make me melt.


The friction teases my goosebumps

The friction asks me for consent

and when I say yes

the friction gets harder

but I love it so much.


Her fingers brainwashed me.

Her fingers enticed me.

Her fingers killed me

in the softest possible way.

Her fingers!

I can never forget her fucking fingers!

I can never let go

I want to grab her fingers

and keep them on me forever

I love her so much

her fingers breathe life into my dead skin

Her fingers trace hearts onto my breasts

but her spirits penetrates my soul

(and I guess elsewhere, too)

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