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To grab hold

To grab hold. Alone in bed I think of her. The contours of my pillow make her body. I squeeze her lower back. My fingers grip her smooth, soft tummy. I bite her ear. Holding her is warmth. Calmness. Peaceful. Her warm eyes say the words. They draw me close. Every kiss is x a 1,000. To grab hold is real. Happiness abounds
Tue, 13 Dec 2016 01:14 am
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