Touch

by The Queen of Spades   Feb 1, 2006


Touch
Starving eyes
Longing hands
Anticipatory
Anxiety-filled
Touching
Intense gaze
Trembling fingers
Excitement
Control fleeing
Touched
Glowing faces
Tingling skin
Fragile whispers
Full of heat
Touch

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