

Alsatia's Innardsyour lips brush against my ear whispers pour out like a river, infiltrating my meager psyche the sound of your voice sends goosebumps racing along my lower backAlsatia's Innards
a grin creeps across your gentle mouth eyes sparkling with anticipation and imagination in a single effortless motion, you push me down onto an awaiting cotton spread, dappled with tiny imprints of suggestion you grab ahold of a nearby unclad limb
a thousand nerve endings prickle and respond to a smooth, delicate hand the paleness runs perpetually along my exposed skin following every curve, every bend, inbetwee
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Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me
~Sia
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Why couldn't the anarchist draw a straight line? Because he didn't have any rulers!
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