The crinkle of viking blonde chest hair.
Masts tink.
The softness of freshly bathed, creamy skin.
With lavender hints.
The almost rude abrupt ness.
The gentle considerate ness.
And the steady hand against my neck.
Guiding me in.
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
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