The Language of Touch

A tender caress; those fingers that kiss my skin, ever so gently, ever so lightly, ever so playfully. Your fingertips dance across my body, from my shoulder, to my waist, my hips, and back up again, and again, and again. It tickles, makes my skin tingle, and I feel my muscles tense under your touch. Are your fingers speaking to me, tapping secret Morse code messages on my skin, confessing perhaps a love we’re both too afraid to let our ears hear?

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