her hands were soft, and fragile.
her nails, were always painted. the paint was always chipped.
her fingers covered in rings. the ones you get for a quarter.
she told me her favorite rings were the candy kind.
On the bus, she ran her fingers over my scratched up knuckles.
her hands were soft, and a little sweaty. she giggled every time I looked up at her.
she asked me questions about football, and classes.
he hands were really warm, and soft.
I loved the feeling of her hands.
someone tell me, how can you love a person so much.
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Her Everything.
Short Storyher eyes. her smile. her legs. her hips. her thighs. her back. her neck. l love it all. her everything.
