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By Galadrial Date: 2002 May 17 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.17.10.30.17574]] |
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I read those words, and felt a pang, knowing all too well by what was meant. Where do you take the belly burn the dreadful soft ache when you read the words alone? When there is a touch you wish for, a regard to turn friction into delicious a spirit to give soul to flesh, to make a joining intead of a rutting, where do you turn when you read the words alone? Lonely is a dance for the heart, but the flesh craves someone whole, who can give voice and spark to more than heat, who can be stood before naked to the soul, with shining eyes, lips softly parted, and utterly without fear. But where is this lover, this dream this angel when you are there, reading erotica alone? |