run your hands through my hair

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his large hand untangled the bunched up strands. my eyes were softly shut, mind relaxed, and body lulled to feeling weightless. his chest rose and fell matching the pace of his gliding hand. soft hums of appreciation came from my mouth; gentle kisses peppered around my face, erupting the butterfly in my stomach. we laid facing each other, legs molded like lush green vines.

sweet nothings from you danced in my ears.

"you're so cute when you scrunch up your nose like that. your hair is really soft." your soft laugh slowly follows each sentence.

"you're so beautiful."

"i love you."

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