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By forsaken Date: 2001 Dec 19 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.19.06.12.25199]] |
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Tremble A shaky hand jittery with need you reach slowly fingers fall against my cheek I burn as your eyes touch my lips before your mouth finds me warm, yielding, bending to your will to your body to the flame you fan and feed in me I want more taste touch and feeling the scent of you that makes me curl into your arms against your chest the shore when I come crashing home. I want more of you looking at me hissing my name in heat and the quiver of your lips that makes me tremble. |