Filed under: Grace
the only thing roaming through my mind is anticipation. waiting for that moment when you touch something new feeling the textures, taste something you have longed for but didn’t know it was that, seeing arousal for just for you, with lips pressed against the ear listening to the whisper that sends shivers up the spine and smelling a scent you will love immediately because it is his.
i ache, not matter what attention you think i am getting, i ache.
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