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By darwin Date: 2004 Jul 30 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.30.14.04.14390]] |
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i'll tell you a secret. i'll tell the tale of how lovers meet, and often fall away. distance and time, we forgot the chance meeting of a lovers eye across a room. when a man touches a woman for the first time, on her flesh. her shoulder warm, from a sun that ignites her soul. her eyes sparkle, and his hands are rough sometimes, and his mouth seems to the very definition of sex. lustrous lips. and he has clever words, and she seems to have a mystery brewing in her eyes. they are both steeped in rebellion. just because they can be. but it's just a dance they play. to see how their bodies move together, to see if their hips can interlock pleasantly. maybe she'll even ride on top sometimes. but he has not learned her secrets. and she doesn't tell him that she dreams of another lover at night. that when she looks into his eyes, she remembers how someone used to touch her gently. and tell her that she is beautiful. all women really want to hear is that they are clever and beautiful. and all men want is to forget. |