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By somedaysoon Date: 2002 Jun 13 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.13.07.11.9812]] |
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I can't breathe when you do that... and then you ask me what I'm thinkin -if I could, I'd answer... Next to me, there are two fiercely blue eyes- no, not eyes- two blue magnets capturing my gaze. I want to know each detail of your face. Your gaze: your stare: I am locked, caught in the tractor beam of your eyes- the hunger, the longing- and underneath, the tenderness, the caring. I cannot break away from the love i see there. I can only hope that you can see in my eyes the effect you- your gaze, your hand tracing idle patterns on my thigh- have on me. The love (and wanting- SOMETHING- you) fills my heart and overflows and I cannot breathe or think for your lips on mine have become my breath and my reason. I want to memorize your face, each nuance of mood and feeling. I imagine tracing the contours of your lips, the hollow beneath your jaw where I know your pulse beats. My little hands are too small against your broad chest. Still! your hand on my thigh... I can't breathe when you do that! And then you ask me what I'm thinkin... -"nothin" |