There are times when I need to be touched. And it doesn't even have to involve sex. That's right. You heard correctly. The ever sexing twinklie sometimes does not need sex to be satisfied.
There are times when it's about the feel of someone else's skin on my own. The sensation of energies mingling on an innocent level. Of feeling the way another person cares for me just by the way they touch me. A caress on the cheek. A hand on the back of the neck. Fingertips brushing my arm.
I want to be overwhelmed by it, until I have to give back to release the dam of pent up feelings until the room is warm with the glow of it all. I want to be that energizer bunny of happiness that takes the energy given and returns it tenfold.
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