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By Unchained Date: 2001 Aug 22 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.22.18.12.31091]] |
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Your ivory arms reach up until your fingers grasp the shower head your breasts reach heavenward your eyes close and I consume you in the pounding spray. The water winds in warming ribbons down your body your waist twists your hunger builds and I rise to meet you. In this limbo wet warm writhing conjunction you hang from the shower head and from me I hold you pearls of water hanging bouncing swinging as do we in our slow and liquid dance to completion. Fantasy? You could look at it that way. I call it advance planning. |