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By spaceman Date: 2002 Sep 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.09.13.39.22544]] |
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Her fingers trailed over the scar on my chest she rested her head there and listened to my heart thud against her ear, and she kissed the rib where it beat the strongest and she purred "Do I do that to you?" The scent of her hair and her skin like citrus and spice and sunshine is my new definition of what home is and everytime I remember the hot, silken, vice of her body it is all I can do not to beat down the obstacles that keep me from feeling her again. She thinks I am heartless when what I am is heartsick and she mistakes my coldness for a lack of fire, when she of all people should know better. |