Silk Warm hands, light touch. Skin smooth silk, can it be real? Fingers trace curves and find heaven, eyes aglow. Lips brush forbidden pleasures, not resting at this place where dreams meet daylight, earthly anchor holds firm while soul yearns, cries for more.
Reason for writing:
Yet another goddess, just beyond reach.
Birth sign: Aries
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