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By distant moon Date: 2001 Jul 25 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.25.22.39.20642]] |
| as if she were dipped in the early morning dew I drank from the delicate crevice between her shoulder and neck her head and body slightly tilted ...jilted eyes closed and smiling a single strand of hair fell over her high, blushing cheek I, on the other hand, stood silently complete and amazed, unappraised at the highest level of repair still unaware of the others they, too callous to care the dressings and blessings were covering the holes because nothing repressed the sexual knolls and addicted to the words that both she and I would use over and over, pretext and subterfuge [hint: links open new windows] |