... the nights touched me like velvet...
tender, soft and pleasing to touch... your touch...
like honeydew dripping down my lips...
travelling down my neck...
taking a pause before touching my cleavage...

Always loved the texture of sweat on my skin..
the way it added more salt than asked...
also the marks you made on my shoulder blade...
I didn't stop you then...
those initials of yours are my favourite.
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Manjushree

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