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kidcolby
2/6/25
The back of my nuckle slowly traces the conture of ur face, defiently soft afraid it might burst like a floating soap bubbl if i touchd 2 hard. Authenicly your smile weakens my touch more. The tilt of ur head directs my finger past ur condesant jawline to ur neck. Facination of my stroke exspells a single deep breath, as if your empting everythng within! The softness of ur eyelids being closed tells me your wanting your mind 2 remain behind ur eyes, though permitting losing it as well to make room for all ur absorbing through just my touch. Subtle lean towards me your hand guides my finges toward your heart. Like when opening a dryer, an essence of heat escapes frm ur blouse. Though my touch is soft, your heart THUNDEROUSLY beats inside you. your spirit is calm as if u were sleeping. Your finger just explore my wrist. Engaging the moment of ur weakness even though your chest reflexes of breath, there is faint existance your breathing. As loud as candelight utter silence, even the dead
