There are feathers where my heart is; I can feel them tickling and teasing coyly the utmost sensitive flesh deep inside me. All I want to do is to rub against it, but I couldn't reach. The scratch of my skin doesnt quite cut it.
I'm craving, yearning for something, something intangible. There's this weird tingly sensation running down my spine as though somone has just blown into my ears. The lick from the side of the neck to behind the ears.
I would have surrendered.
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