oh, my hands? i do enjoy unraveling you and all those sweet sounds you make. i imagined my hands on your thighs, getting my hands up under your shirt, running them slowly up your hips, your stomach, to your chest.
you know where they'd go next. and i was sad to find you weren't there, with your face in my neck, keeping that love mark nice and dark. don't think i didn't notice.
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i imagined my hands on your thighs, getting my hands up under your shirt, running them slowly up your hips, your stomach, to your chest.
you know where they'd go next. and i was sad to find you weren't there, with your face in my neck, keeping that love mark nice and dark.
don't think i didn't notice.