Intimacy. A hand. Take the palm off. The lines— the heat, it’s intimate. Put it back on. I mean it. The lips have a language all their own. Speak it. Intimacy on her breath, the lion’s here. One more story all along the lines line your palm. I, intimacy! She takes me away with that smile! Yes! Yes, yes!
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