Love, Lust, and Flannel Soft flannel brushes my skin Falls to the floor The grooves of your fingertips Search for answers I couldn’t give before AdvertisementShare this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related 2 thoughts on “Love, Lust, and Flannel” Add yours alluringly vague LikeLike Reply Why thank you, kind sir. LikeLike Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ
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Why thank you, kind sir.
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