The fire of His touch. Flaming lips and branding fingerprints. My skin ignites as the swirls of His fingertips are burned into the trembling, willing flesh. Why do I long for this fiery caress? The pain may prove more than I can stand.
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March 15, 2006 at 2:40 p03
Jake
powerful
March 17, 2006 at 2:40 p03
Lindsay
Your words inspire me.