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Senses
Hands radiate heat hovering over my skin, stating their presence. Sending shivers down my spine. Slightest breeze behind my ear triggers every strand of hair to rise. Faint whispers have the ability to grab all my attention. Arms weak and heavy, gravity takes control. Blood rushing to the fingertips, heightening my senses. Every touch, I feel so much. The hidden softness of everything.