“Fingertips”
Long ago I felt the touch of his fingertips, each one tracing their way around my body and ever since I wanted to feel them again, have them wander the uncharted trails of the veins that wound around my flesh.
They walked across me the way he strutted down the hallway of our dorm: with confidence and precision. As we
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