S/he was holding me in the bathroom. Hands everywhere. Soft gentle touches, after hours of conversation. “I feel love.” I said, pointing between us. S/he smiled, looked into my soul and pulled me close.
Continue ReadingS/he was holding me in the bathroom. Hands everywhere. Soft gentle touches, after hours of conversation. “I feel love.” I said, pointing between us. S/he smiled, looked into my soul and pulled me close.
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