Sweaty hands, rabid heartbeat, butterflies in stomach. Laying down on this couch with you the feelings come and go. Butterflies and then nothing butterflies then nothing. Then you start running your fingers all over my body and you get on top of me and I can't control the noise escaping my throat so quickly and uncontrollably. I wanted to feel more, but you stopped me. I put my forehead to your forehead feeling the heat rise from my stomach, to my heart, to my face. When you dropped me off I put my lips to your skin sending my butterflies to you.
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