Do you ever try to remember what my body feels like?
Do you consider whether your fingertips would glide as easily as they once did?
Soft hands on soft skin.
Warm to touch.
Sweet to taste.
The expanse of my back providing the canvas for you to write your dreams, desires, fears.
Stories of overcoming and lust.
Tales of dead ends and trust.
Everything that once was.
The back of my thighs.
The protruding comfort zone of my tummy.
My arms and anywhere else those storytelling, braille reading fingertips might take up residence.
Pardon but may I make a suggestion?
A candle lit, moonlight, get to the final destination whenever we arrive expedition.
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