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By Galadrial Date: 2002 Mar 07 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.07.23.00.22825]] |
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Hair falling maiden soft from the scatter of pins, eyes that cannot meet yours, though a moment ago they were laughing. And then that look took you, and you reached out loosened the hair and caught your breath when it fell like thin silk around me. We are all decent, and no you have not even tasted my breath but I know if I look at you you will. With Cheeks like the Dawn of Day, flushed with the flare of unspoken heat, and breathless knowledge will you would you and you are so damned close that surely you will feel the blush would you will you and before I can ask you bring your lips down and they are as hot as the color you gave my face when my hair fell maiden soft beneath your gentle seeking fingers. |