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By Galadrial Date: 2001 Aug 21 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.21.13.18.899]] |
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Caught in your arms and heart, vibrating like a bass string, swirling building scarcely able to bear your next touch. Shallow breath, and oh dear god will I bless you if you don't, curse you if you do, and shush the voice in my heart that reminds me of the last consuming flame? Timing, dammit---Timing. Wanting you is playing with fire, and I swore off sparks, tried to hide the tinder and put my hands out to keep you safely away. Only those traitor fingers wind in your hair and offer lips all too willing to be bruised by your mouth, hands pull you close no...closer. You don't have to ask what it is I want. Not when timing is everything. |