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In the buff

i like you best when you’re sleeping, peaceful, quiet, responsive to the slightest breath on your cheek, unlined, smooth, fingers curled into tight little fists, your back curved away from me, baby-ish plump feet close together like fresh, soft petals … Continue reading

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