TOUCH

TOUCH๐Ÿ’•

She
Doesn't let a man
Lay hands on her
But allows
The cold wind
To capture her tightly
And envelope her
In it's soothing embrace
The wind
Caresses her cheeks,
Play with her hair,
Slightly taste her lips
And she lets it.
But not a man.
Never a man.

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