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By it dosent matter Date: 2002 Aug 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.28.17.03.24553]] |
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simple matter to reach through the flesh to touch a soul caress its shape taste its flavor fresh to reach a hand fingers hot from heat found within and stroke your flesh from this heat alone close so very close but yet never to touch and to reach for you soul with mine through this simple not touch take the fingers of my heat pass them deep into you ah you wont believe till i try none ever have yet i watched as another cried when held her heart within the soul of my hand i watched her cry yet never could she tell why but i knew for i heard the whispers of her soul as i kissed her with mine |