Saturday, August 16, 2014

Beautiful music...

His touch, branded on my skin like a tattoo, is like music to the soul. The right caress, like the right song, can make me forget or remember everything. I am his song, composed and played only by him. My body is his canvas and like a virtuoso, he imprints notes with each stroke of his fingers.





~~~~Alana~~~~

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