Manual Entry #000006

Description

I want to caress, touch, love and hold. You will find it in the lonely suburbs or a secluded rural home. A place where tactility needs no hand to make connection. There will be thoughts of skinship not felt in years, and the longing for that sensation. There's nothing to stop you from leaving but the weakness in your heart. A shadow may linger for days or weeks to come. If I were clearer, more precise; he would reach out and steal me away. These hands will recieve you, but only if you let them.