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By Galadrial Date: 2001 Nov 10 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.10.23.54.25585]] |
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Yes I feel the thaw, muscle going warm, skin that knows it has more than the purpose of covering my form. nerves starting to spark and a glow that flows from the inside out. Possible? That your hand is warming a small touch and yet...intimate. Tracing the back of my hand, dear god...that is delicious. And no--- you do not rush, do not push, and instead of urgency. i feel floating soft, hunger I can learn again, but you make me wait and wonder about your mouth and your lips and how it will feel the first time you cross the distance and if you will trace them first with your eyes, or your finger before you lean in for that first sexy taste. And maybe I will want you, my hips arching, breasts gone to soft ache, but I want to taste every second and if there is taking to be done--- you will have to start. So forgive the trembling fingers, forgive the trembling lip. forgive the shaking that is just my body learning what it is to be fed again... but please feed me. |