She craves to be touched
But not by any of her lovers
His eyes had certain aura that made her weak for him
She wanted to see his eyes and be lost in it
The way his lips were shaped
She just wanted to kiss it and hear him moan her name
The way his lips felt on her neck gave her shivers
She longed for those soft warm lips
The hands, Oh his hands!
She blushed like beetroot at the thought!
The strong hands;
They seemed to know what she needed
They could turn from soft to hard
So strong yet comforting
She yearned for him
Craved just him
Because she knew that its only him now who could make her feel again
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