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By j Date: 2001 May 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.30.17.32.31540]] |
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voice like a cat's tongue whispering in scratchy verse abrasive and soft "i've missed you," she says (she always does when i'm gone) and curls into me. purring, she's content to stretch out across my lap, her soft belly bare. hands without conscience trace patterns on mocha skin, the world disappears. her almond shaped eyes draw me into her embrace... it's good to be home. |