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By galadrial Date: 2002 Oct 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.10.15.12.17.29282]] |
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oh dear lord where are we when words lose their meaning and each breath is its own interjection? I am glowing with a promise as yet unspoken, gleaming with sleek hunger as yet undefined, shivering when your eyes touch me like fingers and no, this is no casual thing. No simple skin thrill, gee-that-was-nice don't let the door hit you--- You are as insane raving hungry as i am and long to be fed to feed me something hot sweet while i move around you, and you sink into me with a honeyed sigh, pushing wild hair from my eyes so you can see what you have done and glory in the wild flesh, the gasping laughter, and the steady solemn gaze of gray eyes that are putting the promise to the last kiss somewhere deep in your soul. |