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By jackryhme Date: 2002 Feb 21 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.21.00.52.19866]] |
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silver this flow of reflected light grace as it does these contours of supple molded flesh soft as morning dew sweet as any morsel that would tempt one to living hell as the heat from this shower cascades molten rivers this water that covers thy naked form not from my drinking view as i sit here behind you unknown bare, rampant, exposed with a bar of oil of olay... awaiting... my chance... to... explore... |