I long for the touch of a women. My body aches for the gentle and smoothe skin of the female counterpart. Women are such beautiful creatures. They are the ultimate sign of perfection I think. I love the way they look and the way they talk to even how delicate they are. Like porcellin dolls. Ah, but alas. My heart is reluctant to trust them.
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