Of a Girl’s Simple Pleasures: Fingers
Why do humans only have ten? Why are they spread out on only two hands? Such a waste, if you ask me. I dream of fingers. I dream of long, tender fingers caressing my soft cheek with their hardened knuckles. A thumb rubbing against my lower lip, spreading the lipstick on the side of my […]
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