Physical touch
An addiction like any other, just like I've heard from my mother. I get it now, now that I'm older, I crave it, the gentle touch on my shoulder. Looking for male validation, I fell for their fake creation. As scary as it looks like, men and women are alike, we both need that significant other, to make us feel good, even without a bother. I need the looks, I need the touch, even if it isn't much. I want to feel your skin on mine, otherwise I won't be fine. The need to feel wanted, like you belong, is it really all that wrong? I feel addicted to your lips, and to your hands around my hips. I want to feel like someone's person, So please touch me, or it'll worsen. I feel the need for someone to touch my skin, so do as you wish and please begin
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