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By galadrial Date: 2003 Feb 15 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.15.13.08.23440]] |
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Oh I should know better, know better than to dance close when I know you remember the smell of my hair, and your hands still remember the weight of my breasts, and your eyes never lost the I want you look. Six years we've been dancing and always I call an end just before the fall, and you rage at me for what you call pretended coy, and say that I can't be shy--- not of you, after all the times you sank your finger into my hair and held me as if my kiss was the last bit of free air and I were so much more than a Saturday diversion. You remind me always to keep my distance, while you knees settles between mine. I hear you, but do not believe, because the truth of it rags your breath when you say my name like the last desperate oath of god by a man sinking for the last time... |