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By spaceman Date: 2002 Jun 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.15.16.27.4297]] |
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You say I took you, but taking is more than this heat: taking is more than the lush, sweet silk of your skin under my work-roughened hands, more than my lips searching your neck for a sweet spot I might have missed. It's more than the rhythm of your hips matching me thrust for thrust, more than the musky scent of heat and fire and love, a sensual smoke we spark together, it's more than your gasping against my chest and your whispered urgings in the dark. Taking you would mean that every part of you were mine and that pulsing mass of muscle beneath your rose-tipped breasts, implacable to me so far would rest in the palm of my hand. |