Touching

"Will there be touching?" "Yes." "Not just self-touching, but touching touching?" "Well no then. No touching touching." "Oooohhhh. Disappointed." "Hmmmm. The things I do just for you."  Tabletop fingertips reaching and grazing as beseeching pupils plead. Palm to palm, entwined and enraptured wandering casual and unattended through daily nothingness. Stray hair strands besmirching

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