My hands talk to one another as they are a team .
I can not stop my tingling finger as they hover just over your clothes , you take a hold of my hands to show where about they must go.
our hands meet the dreams begin , you take control of our senses begin my head explodes with the softness of your touch.
When our finger tips meet our fire ignites ,the soft sensual burning from deep within .
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