A quill that traced my skin, tickling my ribs, my inner thighs, my secrets. It carries the static electricity of my nerve endings, the dust of my bedroom, and the whisper of my laughter at your expense.
Light as your value, heavy with my sensation.
Own what touched my ticklish divinity.
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