Cuddle by Joy | Sep 26, 2014 | Maya, My Life, Poetry, Senses, Things of a Tactile Nature | 2 comments Dirty blonde curls rest under my arm, on my chest making me feel blessed. Related Posts:TOUCHDay 16 – Everyone is still alive!Sugar and spice…2 years, 8 months and counting…Friday Night’s Alright for Writing (#16)…1 Month ….+1 to grow on…and a side note about… 2 Comments Stuart M. Perkins on September 26, 2014 at 7:11 am Nice. Reply Joy on September 26, 2014 at 7:15 am Thank you 🙂 Reply Submit a Comment Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.