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By Galadrial Date: 2002 Jun 17 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.17.20.13.569]] |
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words spoken like sweet balm, could almost taste the tang of the mint, feel the sticky of honey, soft voiced sootheing, save for the ones you caressed and I hide the catch of my breath when you held one word or other in the flat of your hand. Not teasing this... more a subtle tasting of the mind, and no, you never touched me...quite. but I went to my sheets aware of the skin I so often take for granted, scolded my foolish fancy, but still shut my eyes smiling. |