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By Galadrial Date: 2002 Mar 30 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.30.21.45.17058]] |
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I saw it in her eyes, languid, lusty almost amused as her lover toiled to capture her flesh, sweating as the light faded, knowing he could count the seconds till he could cast down palatte and brush, and touch her with his own pigments, his own colors, knowing that not quite smile hid a rage of feminine heat, wanting to take her mouth and change the gentle sweet tease into something that would fuel his brush when next the light blessed her flesh. |