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I remember the sensation of her touch. Touches the skin, crawls through my wretched soul.
I remember the way her hair smelled. Of all things sweet, creeping through all my senses.
I remember the way her lips felt. Soft, moist, softening up my thorn covered shell.
I remember the sweetness of her love. Exotic, passionate, wet.
I remember it all, and all I get to do is remember. I have destroyed a lot in my life, but this one is different.
April 14, 2019 by SolitaryWriter ID#:655632
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