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His fingers were pruned, as they caressed my skin. Small kisses traced my neck, a peck on the shoulder made me turn to him as I smiled. Kisses. Wet, soapy kisses.
His hair was unkempt; each strand curled in a different direction that the one adjacent to it. I thought about running my hands through it, undoing each knot as I kiss his neck.
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