I can't survive without some skin on skin interactionA Poem by thespaceinmybed
Strangers, friends, or those that are confused
It doesn't really matter I need someone's hands on me Like sunlight to my eyes I crave it more than love More than truth More than sanity © 2013 thespaceinmybedReviews
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StatsAuthorthespaceinmybedLos Angeles, CAAboutingenious my idea of stripping thoughts from your skull like peeling oranges more..Writing
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