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By Galadrial Date: 2001 Sep 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.30.01.28.13830]] |
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No denying the quiet hunger, the lick of a touch that stirs awake sweet burning I would as soon forget. You say a word and I am caught again, slipping my hands into yours in silent acceptence. You do not gloat, or strut or demean, but you understand the need to be taken, that I cannot speak. And when I bend, offer, make small cries deep in my throat, I am open to it, willing, ready for the filling, quaking to my core, but oh---so very hungry. Can you know what it is, to find screaming completion that you did not have to detail, or plan? Can you imagine the honey bliss of the lover who reads me, and knows when it is time for tough, or tender? Yours for the taking, not slut, not whore, just a woman to her skin, open to every possibility and wanting you to be the one who takes her to touch the infinite with every fibre or her being. |