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I find myself wanting to touch you. Engage you in conversations that make my mind race. I find myself looking into your eyes and breathing in every word you say. Something inside me makes me touch you; if only the touch of the hand. A pat on the shoulder. I daydream. Of you interaction. Soft and firm. An embrace. A caress. So simple. So sweet. I imagine us under the influence and more free to say. To be. Who we are and what we feel. I feel your fingers on the small of my back. I feel your hear beat encounter with mine. The torturous, wonderful sensation of being in love with someone’s mind.
I like the way Prince’s music makes me feel. Especially the darker more out there stuff. Primal.
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