Aching, longing, yearning for a brush past, a touch of surfaces - much more than a waterproof or soft container. This large organ craves attention. Is that enough of a smutty Valentine? Fearful desire and cruel chastity push us apart - although I reversed my polarity. I don't have scissorshands, and my germs are yours should you want them? But we cannot yield, so I rail against the cold prison of contactless contact, armouring my endoskeleton, retreating back into this supple shell to await the point of spring. Suzanne Fairless-Aitken Haphephobia: An extreme fear or dislike of touching or being touched
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