Placing both my hands on top of your hairy skin, rubbing feeling following the lines engraved on the surface
Each hair is an island of thought of a life I know nothing about
They curl they touch they hold each other in a web of belonging
A mole, a change of color
Everything as it should be, as it is, as it ever will be
The tender knob of your pleasure hidden somewhat, shy, but proud
- Your nipple
I kiss with great fondness the grandeur of your body shaped to the form of a god
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