The darkness is enveloping. Deeper than a lovers embrace. The air is cool and inviting. That delicate balance of firm softness cradles every cell it touches. A light fragrance calms the senses. A slight breeze entices goose bumps. The sudden prickle of hair standing at attention is pleasing. As a warm gentle cocoon transports a weary soul.
Do you know what I’m describing? Leave your suggestion in the comments below.
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The touch is touching
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Thanks for reading 💕
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Sweet one
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Thank you 💕
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I do not know. I was at first thinking it was going to bed, but the hair standing on end doesn’t fit that scenario
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🤭 The slight breeze of wrapping the warm sheets around my skin creates goose bumps. 🙌🏻
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Ah ha! then it was getting in bed! Love it!
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Yes. Thanks for guessing. 🎉
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