In love with those soft little baby fingers. When we're laying down, getting ready for a nap, or ready for bed. She's eating, eyes half closed.
She runs her little fingers all over me- my hands, my arms, my breasts, my belly, my face. Sometimes searching, but most of the time caressing. Light little touches, feathery little caresses. Sometimes stopping and gripping a finger, a bulge of skin, and then continuing on.
One day these little fingers might pet a dog or rabbit this way. Her dollies. But today they are caressing me. She eats, and cuddles, and loves me- as I lay there, and feel her touch, and love her.
Estoy enamorada de ella- I'm in love.
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