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By Gala Submitted by Galadrial Date: 2001 Aug 08 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.08.09.07.21026]] |
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If I wrapped my self in misery several layers thick I was certain no one would come near, and so I burrowed in self pity certain that I would be invisible and able to lick my wounds in the silence I deserved. No counting on soft touches that stirred me awake, peeled back the cobwebs, wiped the film from my eyes, and held me close. No counting on the drugging kisses that softened the ache, or the tender voice so damned determined to raise goose girl to goddess. And now I am lying in sheets, looking full at you, and wondering how it was that you knew what I needed, cared enough to give it, and then decided that I had given something priceless to your soul, looking at you hard and deep from seeking grey green eyes. So the lady will softly thank you for your gift of sweet surprise. |