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ItalianoCravings
| Touch is a dangerous thing to get addicted to. It’s natural though, for me at least. To crave the brush of a lovers hand against your cheek, or a simple arm around your waist. This addiction forms like any other. It builds slowly. A soft and slow kiss was once enough to send me into space. Then it was a hand, dangerously nearing my inner thighs. My cravings change, all the time. Last night I craved a strong set of arms around me. Tonight, I crave those same strong arms gripping the most tender spots on my body. Tonight, I crave a deep, needing kiss that leaves no room for misinterpretations. Tonight, I crave the closeness that no other act can provide for me. Tonight...I am alone with my addiction |
Added 13 nov 2019 Poetry
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