When I close my eyes I can see wewe watching me. Your breath on my cheek, those brown eyes so warm, so welcoming, watchful drinking me in. I'll keep my eyes closed if wewe stay. Your familiar smell surrounds me. The fragrance, not your cologne. No. The smell of your body, the scent between your fingers, behind your ears. Don't laugh. I can hear you. I can feel the sweet mint brand wewe upendo so much. It tickles. I giggle and imagine tugging at the hair on your head just to see wewe scowl. Its soft and silky as I remember it. Its cute when wewe do that. Have I told wewe that? The scowl, perks up some...
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